Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 948

Brodie wheeled himself into the room, catching Brielle's eye with a silent nod before focusing on Max.

"Dad wants me to find out who's behind the poisoning," he said.

Max didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. He'd just come down from discussing prep work with Ramey upstairs. Brielle's show was set to start in three days, and with this unresolved mess, Max couldn't focus on anything else. When Brodie spoke, Max just nodded. Brodie gripped his wheelchair tightly. "Dad thinks it was you."

Max wasn't surprised and even admitted, "Yeah, I'm the prime suspect right now."

Brodie likely came to Premier Palace because he thought Max was the most likely culprit. Dorsey International had been ruthless with Max lately. If it weren't for those major project issues, Max might be in jail by now.

But Brodie wasn't like the rest of the Dorsey family; he knew Max didn't do it. He also knew that the trouble at Dorsey International meant Max's plans were in motion.

Brodie didn't have any particular affection for the Dorsey family, but he was curious about Max's schemes, though he doubted Max would share anything with him.

His gaze drifted to Brielle, the woman who seemingly brought Max down to earth. His look wasn't invasive, just a casual appraisal.

After a few minutes, Brodie turned back to Max and asked, "So, when can I expect to see the news break?"

before that Dorsey International

plan's in motion, how many days will it

replied coolly, "Patrick said there's been a mass exodus from Dorsey International. The execs are almost all gone, and the board members have been restless for a while. What

with a hint of envy, his hand unconsciously resting on his numb legs, a

I'll leave

forward, personally wheeling

the surroundings of Premier Palace, he couldn't

in Beaconsfield's affairs, Max,

stayed silent, his fingers resting on the wheelchair, pale and

might just be my

to ask, "Do you hate Dad?" But he knew the question was pointless.

U'T

hate before. He might get love now, but

he could control Max with that drug? Michael fancied himself the puppet master, not realizing he was the one being manipulated, indifferent

to achieve, and what his purpose was in this world.

in a lifetime. He had so much, yet he was