Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 919

But last time Michael came clean, he only mentioned the birth control pills, never breathed a word about the IUD.

"Max?" Ramey called out.

Max snapped back to reality, but his brows were knit with a frosty sternness, a slight tremor in his usually calm voice. "Just take care of it," he said.

Ramey didn't pry any further. Since it was all kicking off next week, he had to hustle to get Brielle to let her guard down.

Max stared at the screen in front of him, feeling nauseated by the avalanche of data. The bigwigs at Dream Tech Designs kept buzzing him, asking when he'd swing by. Back in his Wall Street days, Max had been the hands-on captain of Dream Tech Designs, but since he'd drifted back to Beaconsfield, he'd been running the show remotely, just like he used to with Dorsey International.

Dream Tech Designs had his most trusted execs; he wasn't sweating about any hiccups there. Still, the crew was keen for him to make an appearance.

"Mr. Dorsey, Dorsey International is biting the hand that fed it. No need for soft gloves. Our plan's in motion, by next week at the latest, we'll have clinched the takeover," they said.

Dorsey International was a hostile takeover, plain and simple cash warfare. And if there was one thing Max wasn't short on, it

it back soon. Plus, Infinity Brilliance is snooping around us. I've fed them a line, let the Lynch family catch

a flicker on Max's stony face, but he glanced upstairs on instinct. People have their selfish streaks. If he heeded his darkest desires, he

took to her, Spencer didn't treasure her, and Aubree was her sole confidant. Brielle was the most emotionally

a part of

he only

all her past heartaches. But Brielle's soft spots would be divided, shared

selfish streak, revealed only after he realized he was smitten with Brielle. His dispassion made him a bystander in the Lynch drama. To him, the Lynch family was just a

all top-notch, but what did they matter to him? He only wanted Brielle. His aloofness was cold-hearted. Once the Lynch family caught wind, they'd surely oppose his romance with Briefle. But the last thing he

that.

Because she wanted more than just Max. Max never used to care about

execs on his computer screen, he felt nothing. None of the success in the finance world could touch what he felt for Brielle. He replied mechanically

half her face visible. Max's only wish was to clear any hurdles in Beaconsfield before the next month dawned. He raised his hand, tenderly tracing

grasp why,