Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 910

Chapter 910

Max hung up the phone with a heavy sigh, his gaze lingering on Brielle, who was peacefully asleep on the bed.

Lately, his phone had been ringing non-stop. On one hand, he was dealing with the intricacies of the Dorsey International takeover bid, and on the other, the internal issues at Infinity Brilliance.

Taking over a giant like Dorsey International was no small feat, even for a powerhouse like Dream Tech Designs, and it demanded a lot of Max's attention.

As for Infinity Brilliance...

Max's eyes lowered, a familiar itch in his throat urging him to reach for a cigarette. With each day inching closer to next month, his restlessness grew. The medication he'd been relying on had run out, and he wasn't sure if he could make it through without it. The Dorsey International deal was looming, and Michael was going to pay for what he'd done. The harm to Brielle had to be repaid.

Rubbing his temples, Max was about to try and get some rest when the phone rang again. This time, it was his doctor.

"Max, you've made up your mind, haven't you?"

Glancing out into the night's darkness, a flicker of pain crossed Max's eyes. "Yeah."

"I'll reach out to that contact, then."

The truly wealthy had their own private physicians, creating an elite medical service strengthened by resources. These doctors, drawing high salaries, rarely made public appearances, available

so in demand that even the major family dynasties

company's investment in medical ventures was minimal, with a

to him. I've made my

of action right now, the

pain in his eyes deepening. After ending the call, the doctor immediately contacted her friend, the male physician, who readily agreed to

over

on his screen,

didn't even describe her situation. Why can't you see her? Do you know

hypnotist's voice was tense, barely above a whisper. "If you

a cordial

symposiums. Though

appointments

and he often dismissed the elite, but he had never turned down

because we're friends. I'm sorry, but I can't treat her." After the call ended, the female doctor felt lost in a fog of confusion. Still,

"Reason?"

was steady, icy.

"Alright. I won't press."

best in the field, internationally recognized. I don't know who

handling the situation. The female doctor