Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 914

Chapter 914

Andrew thought he was heading to Stellar Stage Entertainment again today, but as soon as they were on the road, he found out they were actually headed to Premier Palace.

He hadn't kept up with the online buzz or checked in with Max recently, and now the severity of the situation hit him hard. When a friend is in trouble, you don't just make a phone call - you show up in person to show you care.

Andrew had heard some rumors, but Max always seemed so calm that he assumed he had everything under control. Now, with public opinion spiraling out of control and Max still silent, Andrew couldn't help but wonder if prison was a real possibility.

Staring out the window at the blur of the streets, he felt a heaviness in his chest. He never imagined things would come to this - Kenzo leaving the limelight, social media accounts deactivated. Jaired dodging gatherings with flimsy excuses, and Max, facing potential jail time, wasn't even a true Dorsey by blood. Everything had flipped upside down overnight, and Andrew couldn't make sense of it.

Rubbing his temples, he waited until they arrived at Premier Palace, where Patrick met him at the door.

"The boss is tied up in a meeting in the study," Patrick said.

Patrick seemed, despite being out of a job. "So,

laptop open to documents about a takeover deal involving Dorsey International - a pressing matter

pang of discomfort, Andrew pressed on, "Is there anything I can do? Are we really going

truth about Max's lineage could drown him in a sea of troubles if the Dorsey family

up till evening and can't meet with you right now. As for your question, I'm

Andrew shot up from his seat. "You don't know? If you don't, then who does? You're Max's right-hand man!

was cut short by his

After a

the shares from Mr. Dorsey. He's got a Contract from

his head buzz with a mix of anger and dread. If Michael had stayed silent, there might have been a chance for Max, with his support solidifying Max's claim as a Dorsey heir, But Michael, at this critical juncture, not only failed to stand by Max

to help Max but clueless on where to

he found Max seated, exuding a cold composure, not the biting cold, but a calm one, as if he was unfazed by the chaos outside. Andrew's

muted his computer's microphone