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.

help but notice how calm Patrick seemed, despite being out of a job. "So,

sat back down, his laptop open to documents about a takeover deal involving Dorsey International - a pressing matter he had

on, "Is there anything I can do? Are we really going to

drown him in a sea of troubles if the Dorsey family clung to

Clements, the boss will probably be tied up till evening and can't meet with you

"You don't know? If you don't, then who does? You're

was cut short by his

After a

his face. "Boss, there's big trouble. Michael's been silent till now, but he just went public claiming back the shares from Mr. Dorsey. He's got a Contract from back in the day giving him the right to reclaim everything, and now Mr. Dorsey's left with nothing at Dorsey International. Looks like the old man

felt 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,

towards the study, with Patrick trailing unsuccessfully behind. Desperate to help Max but clueless on where to begin, Andrew knew that barring a bloodline

study, 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 throat tightened, and then, closing

his computer's microphone and asked,