Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 933

Ramey had done everything within his power, and if Max, with all his connections, couldn't figure out why Brielle had undergone hypnosis years ago, then Ramey was truly out of his depth. He could only hope that the orders he had given wouldn't conflict with the deep- seated suggestions his cousin had left behind. Max had been clear: the conscious Brielle would never agree to terminate her pregnancy. Deep hypnosis was the only way.

With only a few days left, he needed to come up with the perfect plan.

When Brielle woke up, she felt completely drained, like she had just run a marathon. A blanket was draped over her, probably Ramey's doing. Despite being young, the new butler cared for her just as Brent had, and she had grown fond of him.

Night had already fallen. She called Max to check on Tiffanie, but there was no answer.

A wave of anxiety hit her, and she couldn't help but get up.

She quickly dialed Patrick's number. He answered, but he had no idea where Max was.

"An hour ago, our team rescued Tiffanie. The boss left on his own, just told me to drive Tiffanie home."

If even Patrick didn't know where Max had gone, Brielle's worry deepened, and she tried calling Max again. Still, no answer.

Patrick was also getting anxious. Max had taken painkillers before leaving, complaining of a headache. Could he have passed out somewhere? With enemies lurking around, what if they found Max?

Once Tiffanie was safe at home, Patrick immediately sent out a search party for Max.

there was

major project issues. The Dorsey family was in chaos. Max

in her stomach, and

to open the living room door, she was relieved to see Max standing there. It had started raining outside, and he stood there without an

moving to hug him, but he

close. Why

up a pair of slippers from the

her lip. "How could you

the slippers, her eyes

and leaned

Sied

to Beaconsfield College and brought back

Tiffanie home while he visited the college himself. He

phone, couldn't answer your calls. Don't

was due to her pregnancy, making

the comfort food he brought-chili, pot pies, and pickled snacks-she paused, not expecting

appetite, forcing herself to eat, but the aroma now

"Tiffanie's alright?"