Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 859

The penthouse suite was quiet, save for the low murmur of Max's voice as he spoke on the phone by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Fresh out of the shower, Brielle lay on the bed, watching him as he hung up and opened his laptop to continue a meeting with senior He was always so busy.

executives.

Though she didn't sleep, Brielle's gaze never left Max. The room's dim lighting made the city lights behind him seem especially enchanting, casting a golden glow around his silhouette. The laptop's glow illuminated his features, highlighting the sharpness and aloofness of his expressions.

"This proposal needs to be redone. We'll discuss the rest later," Max said abruptly, shutting his laptop before anyone could respond. His phone rang again before he could stand - it was Patrick calling.

"Mr. President, it seems Michael has caught wind of your trip abroad. He asked me to tell you he wants to meet tomorrow."

Knowing Max was overseas, Michael must be seizing the opportunity.

"What's Antonio up to?" Max inquired.

"He's taking care of the old man. Probably aiming for the shares he's holding. Once he gets them, along with what William has, he'll become the second-largest shareholder of Dorsey International, right after you." Max felt no ripple of concern.

Patrick had been by his side for years, yet he couldn't fathom what went on in Max's mind. To Max, running Dorsey International seemed like a mere convenience.

But what did Max truly want to do?

hospital, and avoid conflicts with the

dried,

the

you sure it's okay to not be at the helm of Dorsey International right now?" she asked. With Michael's health in question, possibly due to foul play, Max's absence

lips with his, his

Brielle had questions, so when he seemed

connection to all this? And that man by your side, I still don't know his name. I felt like

cool hand

As for their

professor and the Lynch family was starting

pursed her lips in thought. No. wonder Annie seemed so close to Raymond-being the professor's goddaughter, she must be a regular presence around the Lynch

a reward for his information, Brielle planted a soft kiss on Max's

she wasn't in the

butler in the Lynch family?" she asked, piecing together the puzzle where both the butler and the professor seemed suspicious. "Owen grew

a sense, the butler was almost like a father to

fell silent, contemplating

difficult recognition

she boldly returned, he could

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