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."

own private physicians, creating an elite medical

journals. She knew a top-notch hypnotist, a specialist so in demand that even the major family dynasties struggled to book an appointment. But she had a relationship with the hypnotist from previous conferences, and she was confident that they'd oblige for her

company's investment in medical ventures was

out to him. I've made my

the best course of action right now, the only

eyes deepening. After ending the call, the doctor immediately contacted her friend, the male physician,

I'll send over her file

was a coincidence. But upon viewing the details on his screen, his pupils dilated, and he hastily dialed back. "I'm

aback, pressing for an explanation. "I didn't even describe her situation. Why can't you see

whisper. "If you don't want trouble, stay clear

had a

symposiums. Though their fields differed, they'd

His appointments

often dismissed the elite, but he had never

we're friends. I'm sorry, but I can't treat her." After the call ended, the

"Reason?"

was steady, icy.

"Alright. I won't press."

Max. He's the best in the field, internationally recognized. I don't know who else to turn to." "It's not

international call, swiftly handling the situation. The female doctor