Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 929

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Late at night, after Brielle had fallen asleep, Max slipped into the study.

Patrick was already there, waiting, holding a thick folder packed with everything they could dig up on Brielle. Her past, her whereabouts-anything that might give them a lead.

She had spent her early years in an orphanage until she was ten, then was taken in by the Haywoods. Her life after that was a blur of exams and school days, nothing out of the ordinary.

But she was never really free. There were always people watching-Mark from the orphanage and possibly others hiding in the shadows. They wanted to keep her life on a tight leash, making sure Brielle was like a bird trapped in a golden cage in Beaconsfield, never flying free.

She had spent almost her entire life in Beaconsfield, except for a stint abroad as an exchange student during college.

That year abroad came just after she turned eighteen, in her junior year. It was supposed to be just a year, but she stayed for fourteen months.

But the file in front of them was clearly missing pieces.

If Mark had been monitoring Brielle since she was young, erasing some of her tracks would have been a piece of cake.

So even with this report, Max couldn't be sure who might have taken Brielle for that surgery.

Max's eyes lingered on the timeline after Brielle had come of age. A surgery like that would have only been considered if there was a fear of pregnancy.

Brielle was reserved and aloof, not the type to get involved with anyone before reaching adulthood. So, it was clear that this procedure had been done after she turned eighteen.

three years at

for that surgery had to be from within

family were the prime

it wasn't Michael, then who in the Dorsey clan could it

expression was as cold as ice as he slowly

up the acquisition

the rage emanating from Max-it was more intense than

been accelerated. Michael is probably

didn't respond, just stared at the documents in his hand, his

in his head growing more intense with each passing moment, a pain that was

the acquisition is

er

for Brielle, she and Mason own a company overseas, not a small one either. DreamTech Designs has provided them with considerable support quietly. I'll leave a share transfer letter. I hold forty percent of Dream Tech

as

Max for over a decade, having spent his own youth within the Dorsey household, always at

and what not to, keeping tight-lipped about matters Max wished to

Dream Tech Designs' shares-shares of a company worth over a hundred billion-meant Patrick could live a life of luxury

joy from Patrick; instead,

was as if Max was

can't accept these shares. I've never been to DreamTech Designs. I've only assisted you with a few online projects.

with the ins and outs

Ms. Brielle

was handling came from DreamTech Designs,