Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 915

Chapter 915

The hypnotherapist on the video call was named Ramey, a member of the same distinguished family as the elusive figure the lady doctor had been searching for, and the two were actually cousins. However, the man the lady doctor was after was shrouded in secrecy, bound by countless non-disclosure agreements, whereas Ramey was much more laid-back.

"I'll be getting to Beaconsfield tomorrow night. First thing, I'll touch base with Ms. Brielle," he said casually.

Ramey could sense that Max was in a funk, clearly bummed out over the kid, and torn apart by the decision he had to make.

But with Brielle, first on the pill and then with an IUD, that kid was never meant to be. The longer they waited, the more it would hurt her.

If Max really cared about Brielle, he'd do exactly what he was doing now-make a swift decision.

After hanging up the call, Max seemed oblivious to the other person in his study. He just stared at the computer screen, his eyes dark and brooding.

"Here you are, worried about Brielle. Haven't you seen the news online?" Andrew's voice was filled with disbelief.

In the past, he never could've imagined Max becoming the butt of jokes among everyday folks.

This was his friend, his childhood rival he always aspired to outdo. If Max hadn't moved overseas at sixteen, rarely returning, Andrew was sure they'd have had a proper showdown.

He admired Max to his core, marveling at how he managed to double the Dorsey family's net worth just by pulling strings on Wall Street from afar.

Only Max knew the full extent of the blood and thunder he'd faced since becoming the Dorsey family heir at the tender age of ten.

he never had a kind word for her since she came around. Max snapped his laptop shut.

if he couldn't care less about the

frowned. "You got

gonna take

have burst into laughter at such a ludicrous statement. Buying out Dorsey International? That was like a fairytale in Beaconsfield; no one would dare utter such nonsense. But Andrew didn't laugh. He knew Max was no joker. To others, the impossible was just another

Andrew's face vanished, replaced by a look

finally

seemingly lacking some basic emotional wiring,

silent question in his eyes: Are you

let on about something unless he was a hundred percent sure, especially not to his closest friends. When

Andrew felt

maelstrom.

with such certainty

dare

take

in Beaconsfield for

could possibly

it out?

thought about Max's years on Wall Street,

moment, Andrew felt a sense

catch up with had

family heir, Andrew

his achievements were built on the