Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 845

Chapter 845

After shoving the man into the room, William waved his hands dismissively. "Alright folks, the old man wants everyone out. Let's not hang around. He's not in the mood to see anyone these days."

The crowd, which included many from the various branches of Dorsey International, shifted uneasily. The doctor had made it clear: the patriarch's condition was critical. Who knew when he might pass? The last person to see him might get the first scoop on the will, and the old man hadn't mentioned anything about it yet.

Everyone in the hospital corridor had their own agendas. William, whose son had already been called in, started shooing the others away.

Inside the hospital room, Michael sat up in bed, looking surprisingly spry. Antonio approached and took a seat, showing utmost respect. "Grandfather."

Michael nodded curtly, his gaze wandering to the window. "How are things?"

"Uncle Max just returned from abroad. We're still not sure why he left, but his relationship with Brielle seems solid."

Michael sneered, his eyes cold. "Ashton, do you know why I chose you?"

Antonio didn't speak, instead pouring a glass of warm water for his grandfather. Michael took it, "You don't have your father's underhanded ways. He's always scheming to push Max out, but when you look at the Dorsey family, Max is the only one fit for the top job. Anyone else takes over, and Dorsey International will face disaster."

Michael had handpicked his successor, someone more capable than anyone in the main or side branches of Dorsey International. Antonio's gaze fell, a small smile forming on his lips.

Max's abilities are

disappointed me somewhat. I'll give him one last chance."

hospital room, no one knew what Michael had told him. The corridor was still crowded, but the patriarch's stance was clear-he would

such attention since joining Dorsey International; he

to head

a bit about

shares. It all comes down to who he decides to give them to." Those shares were the prize everyone at Dorsey International was

your grandfather

willing to see you, you need to secure his shares. The second son's family is gone, and the third might as well be dead, having not contacted the family for years. And Victoria? What can a woman do with stocks? Those side branches are nothing but wolves. Your grandfather isn't blind; we've got

shoulder, pleased. "If you could marry a well-connected socialite, your grandfather

respond, his smile cold. But William

into his villa and saw someone waiting in the

man idly swirled his glass, his fingertips unnaturally

"How's the old man?"

"Grandfather's holding up well."

his lips. "Your father deliberately leaked

report it

to