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 only through

knew a top-notch hypnotist, a specialist so in demand that even the major family dynasties struggled to book an

Street empire was formidable, but his company's investment in medical ventures was minimal, with a

him. I've

action right now, the only way to ensure

deepening. After ending the call, the doctor immediately contacted her friend, the male physician, who readily agreed to help. "What's her

I'll send over her file right

brow furrowed, assuming it was a coincidence. But upon viewing the details on his screen, his pupils dilated, and he hastily dialed back. "I'm sorry, we're friends, and

female doctor was taken aback, pressing for an explanation. "I didn't even describe her

hypnotist's voice was tense, barely above a whisper. "If you don't

had a

research symposiums. Though

appointments

the elite, but he had never turned down her

warning you 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, she relayed the news to Max.

"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."

hung up and immediately made an international call, swiftly handling the situation. The female doctor was right; the man was the best-known