Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 941

Max strode towards the car, his face a mask of grim determination. By the time they reached the hotel, his expression had darkened even more.

The banquet inside had just wrapped up, leaving the air heavy with the scent of fine wine and lingering laughter. Max stepped into the elevator and headed straight to the top floor. The smell of alcohol was even stronger there. Unlike most penthouse suites designed for relaxation, this one was a lavish bar meant for high-end revelry. Tonight, though, there wasn't any booming music-just the low murmur of the city's elite indulging in their private playground. Only four people were there.

Victoria was one, Everett another, and then there was Tiffanie, cruelly chained by the neck. The last person was the weasel-faced CEO of Blue Nebula Enterprises.

Max could hardly believe what he was seeing. What kind of mother would do this to her own daughter? Sure, Tiffanie may not have had the best start in life, but to leash her like a dog? It was beyond comprehension.

Max's demeanor was icy, but he kept his rage in check; he rarely let it show. Instead, he fixed Victoria with a calm, piercing gaze.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

Max found out about this? Then she remembered that he was no longer the president of Dorsey International. He had no ties to the Dorsey clan anymore and might even face prison

had been dragged here by Victoria with the promise of some entertaining spectacle. Tiffanie was barely dressed, and with the

Instead, he turned to the men who had

send, treating Tiffanie no better

her neck needed a key, and the other

seeing Max's assertive entrance, that Tiffanie must have sought help and tipped him off. When Max was still the head of Dorsey International, he had rescued Tiffanie before. Back then, Victoria wouldn't dare cross Max and would reluctantly let her daughter

things were different

a Dorsey family matter. It's none of your business. Please

faint smile on his face,

Victoria, his eyes locking onto the CEO of Blue Nebula Enterprises. With just one look, the man started to sweat. They had crossed paths before, but

from the formal "Mr. Dorsey" to a more casual address. "As you can see, this has

had died one after another, all broken by his cruelty.