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?

understand. No need to hover over the hospital, and avoid conflicts with the execs," Max directed before

and dried,

the bed, effortlessly

of Dorsey International right now?" she asked. With Michael's health in question, possibly

seal her lips with his, his hands wandering downward as if nothing else

had questions, so when he seemed eager to continue, she gently

side, I still don't know his name. I felt like he was out to get me

hand into his and toyed

professor is his son. As for their

between the professor and the Lynch family was starting to

wonder Annie seemed so close to Raymond-being the professor's goddaughter, she must be a regular presence around the

his information, Brielle planted a

wasn't in the

puzzle where both the butler and the professor seemed suspicious. "Owen grew up under his

butler was almost like a

fell silent, contemplating

recognition

the butler causing trouble, even if she boldly returned, he could easily label her an imposter and have

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