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

give him one last chance."

eyes, his lips parting slightly. An hour later, when he emerged from the hospital room, no one knew

stepped out, he was immediately surrounded. He had never received such attention

the car, William called him over. The father and son planned to head back. "Did your grandfather really say nothing?

a bit about Uncle

percent of the shares. It all comes down to who he decides to give them to."

your grandfather

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

of respect, but his eyes gleamed shrewdly. William patted his shoulder, pleased. "If you could marry a well-connected socialite, your grandfather would think even more

his smile cold. But William had already begun mentally

walked into his villa and

man idly swirled his glass, his fingertips unnaturally pale. Antonio waited, head bowed,

"How's the old man?"

"Grandfather's holding up well."

"Your father deliberately

personally report it to

willing to sacrifice family for