Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 935

Under Brielle's watchful gaze, Max slipped into the bedroom to change. When he came back out, he gave her a tender peck on the lips before disappearing into the study. Brielle had no clue about the agony he was hiding; he looked as composed as ever. Feeling reassured, she decided to head downstairs for a video call with Aubree.

In the study, Max sat in front of his computer, not in any meeting. His head throbbed as if a thousand needles were piercing it, and he fought the urge to sweep everything off his desk in a fit of rage. The pain was excruciating, making him want to break something, anything, just to find a bit of relief.

Just then, his phone rang. Brodie was calling. With trembling fingers, Max hesitated before answering. He couldn't find the words to speak, but Brodie seemed to sense his torment and let out a sigh.

"Painkillers never did the trick, did they? You've been at it for years, Max. I've been thinking a lot lately, wondering if you ever have regrets. Because of one phone call from her, you dropped years of planning. If things had gone as planned, maybe you wouldn't be suffering like this. As next month creeps closer, my worry for you grows, and I feel so damn helpless."

Brodie had a knack for pharmacology; he was far from useless. Max tried to speak, to offer some comfort, but no sound came out. Darkness clouded his vision.

Brodie didn't wait for a response, knowing Max was likely in too much pain to talk. Max's father's control was suffocating, timing the medication perfectly-miss it by a minute, and the headaches would be crippling. Max always took his pills in front of Michael, never getting a chance to slip them to Brodie for analysis. On the rare occasions he managed to hide a pill under his tongue, the pain would make him lose consciousness, and he'd end up swallowing it in his confusion. They were all waiting for the next opportunity.

to his father? In his father's eyes, Max was just an unfeeling tool. Now, with Max having

himself

the Dorsey family, Brodie

underneath.

Brodie dreaded to think what he'd do if Dorsey International truly hit a crisis. Little did Brodie know,

Dorsey International's public claims

of an imminent entertainment

media but fell flat in reality. Now, their

executives scrambling.

too quickly, making it impossible to hire fast enough to fill the gaps, let alone hand over

was slick