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.

no longer the president of Dorsey International. He had no ties to the Dorsey clan anymore and might even face prison because of their influence. She lifted her chin defiantly, but her past fears of Max made it impossible to feel at ease

was barely dressed, and with the spring chill in the air, her outfit was as good

to talk to Victoria. Instead, he turned to

send, treating Tiffanie no better than a dog offered to this

to free Tiffanie without hesitation. But the lock around her neck needed a key, and the other end of the

tipped him off. When Max was still the head of Dorsey International, he had rescued Tiffanie before. Back then,

things were

coldly and pointed towards the door. "This is a Dorsey family matter. It's none of your business. Please

had a faint

started

Dorsey" to a more casual address. "As you can see, this has nothing to do with me. Miss Dorsey herself wants to give her daughter

had died one after