Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 927

Ramey knew it was set in stone the minute he heard the determination in the voice. "Alright, I'll get started. Thankfully, the recent online drama has Ms. Brielle a bit distracted, so she's not keeping such a close eye on me anymore." Max didn't say a word, lost in his brooding thoughts. Even if Brielle could be hypnotized to forget the child, he knew he never would.

Lately, he felt like he was carrying the world on his shoulders, with the added stress of the upcoming month. The pain in his head was becoming unbearable, a searing ache that seemed to drill into his brain.

Just ten days left. Ten days to make every second count; to take over Dorsey International, and clear any remaining hurdles for her.

In ten days, the child would no longer be an issue, and then he could reach out to the Lynch family, have her return to her life as their cherished little princess.

Max winced from a sharp pain in his head and realized he had let his cigarette burn down to his fingers. He quickly stubbed it out in the ashtray.

His phone had been ringing off the hook with calls from Michael, who, even at this critical juncture, still hoped Max would reconsider and return as CEO of Dorsey International.

"Max, can you survive without the meds? Are you really willing to throw your life away for a Brielle?"

"Just come back, and the CEO position at Dorsey International is still yours. Otherwise, don't blame me for being heartless."

Max pressed his lips together, calmly blocked the number, and headed up to his study.

Brielle's information. After a moment's hesitation, he couldn't resist

three minutes had passed

usually the epitome of calm, had a

in Beaconsfield now, dealing

grew cold, then took a deep breath. "I don't care how much they're paying you, you need to come back now. Don't say I didn't

of confusion crossed Ramey's eyes. Clearly, his cousin knew something he

money. Mr. Dorsey has been good to me, and Ms.

""You're playing with fire!"

down. He wasn't lying-Max truly had good to him, and this was

compelled to take. Contohe

you know something, just tell

hung on the other end of the line, and the

fair warning. If you're hell-bent on this path, then it's your

Brielle ever

there was no answer. The

Ramey sent one last text

NDAs with your clients, but Ms. Brielle's mental state is severe I have to perform deep hypnosis. You know the risks as well

went unanswered, sinking like a stone into