Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 920

Brielle was blissfully unaware of the conversations happening around her. Even in her dreams, she felt a cozy warmth that made her lips curl into a gentle smile. Max noticed her peaceful expression and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Outside the door, Patrick knocked quietly. "Boss, the takeover of Dorsey International is in motion. In about two days, the Dorseys will start to sense something's off, and by next Tuesday at the latest, the deal will be done."

Patrick's voice was low, careful not to wake Brielle. Max didn't care about the acquisition; he wasn't interested in the Dorsey assets. His sole aim was to strip Michael of everything, to leave him in a state where living was unbearable, and death was not an escape. Michael had to pay for what he did to Brielle.

"Got it," Max replied as he got up, leaving the room and gently closing the door behind him. "What about Brodie?"

"Michael's got him under close watch. Probably worried he might help you out," Patrick said, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.

Brodie was a pharmacist and could only aid Max with medical matters. But Max had abandoned their long-planned scheme to be with Brielle, putting their years of plotting on hold. With the plan shelved, Brodie's role in Max's future actions was essentially redundant. But unlike Michael, Max wasn't the type to discard people when they were no longer useful. He remembered how Brodie had lost his legs because of him, going from a golden boy to a shadow of his former self. To Max, Brodie's continued existence was help enough. It was a pity Michael never understood that.

Ignoring Patrick's sarcasm, Max asked about someone else. "What's Victoria up to?"

His so-called sister had never been a problem and had shown genuine concern over the years. But Max had always been distant, providing only material support. Now that he was no longer the heir to the Dorsey fortune, he suspected Victoria's life would get tougher.

deepened at

of Victoria.

thinks you're going to jail this time, even Miss Howe believes it. So,

she wanted materially. When he was CEO, she had done everything she could to get rid of Brielle, wishing she would just leave Beaconsfield. But now that Max was out of the Dorsey family, Victoria's true colors showed no calls, no messages, eager to cut ties and drop

the Dorseys had taught him their true nature long ago. He let out a quiet laugh and was about to comment when he heard the door

piercings, and

beside him. Max had treated Tiffanie the same as Victoria, fulfilling her material desires. He had never wronged the mother and

everything

me the

эт

she said, her face showing no regret as she handed over all the property deeds, followed by her credit card. "I've always been a big spender, so my cash is nearly gone, but here are the assets. And this

from her.

frowned in disapproval from the side. If Tiffanie was doing this too, it

not that. I just

really use this money right now, Maxie, it's not much, but it