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.

hammer, just like his dislike for Brielle, which meant he never had a kind word for her since she came around. Max snapped his

was breezy, as if he couldn't care less about the Dorsey

frowned. "You

take over

such a ludicrous statement. Buying out Dorsey International? That was like a fairytale in Beaconsfield; no one would dare utter such

face vanished, replaced by

he finally

lacking some basic emotional wiring,

read the silent question in his eyes: Are you

especially not to his closest friends. When he shared his plans, it was as

Andrew felt like

a maelstrom. He

with such

dare

take over Dorsey

International had been a titan in Beaconsfield for years,

possibly to

it out?

years on Wall Street, and how no

moment, Andrew felt

man he'd been trying to catch up with had

he weren't the Clements family heir, Andrew wouldn't know what

on the shoulders of