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."

elite medical service strengthened by resources. These doctors, drawing high salaries, rarely made public appearances, available only

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

company's investment in medical

to him. I've

now, the only way to

doctor

I'll send over

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

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

voice was tense, barely above a whisper. "If you don't want trouble, stay

a

symposiums. Though their fields differed,

His appointments

elite, but he had never turned down her

call ended, the female doctor felt lost in a fog of confusion. Still, she relayed the news to Max. "I'm sorry, Max,

"Reason?"

voice was steady, icy. "He

"Alright. I won't press."

sorry, Max. He's the best in the field, internationally recognized. I don't know who else to

made an international call, swiftly handling the situation. The female doctor was right; the man was