Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 951

Antonio always had a brooding look, and now, as his face darkened even more, he looked like he was plotting something devious.

"Dad," he said, smirking without any real humor, "you're quite the comedian. You were the one who taught me never to take the Dorsey family ties to heart. I've always remembered that lesson." He was smiling, but his eyes were cold and empty.

Stepping closer, he whispered something in William's ear.

William's pupils constricted sharply, and he was so overwhelmed with rage that he passed out on the spot.

Antonio watched the man, who had coughed up blood and now lay unconscious on the hospital bed, and let out a chilling laugh.

He didn't call for the doctors; William probably wouldn't make it through the night.

Anyone who dared to challenge him for Dorsey International wouldn't be spared-not his father, not even his grandfather.

His benefactor had promised to back him up. So all Antonio had to do was get rid of those above him, and Dorsey International would be his, with him in absolute control.

Everything Max had lost would be his for the taking.

longer the insurmountable peak of

day had been a

his otherwise somber features

could never have imagined exiting the stage in such a disgraceful, quiet

were to exit, it should have been with a bang, fitting of his stature. He'd always seen Max as his rival, always dreaming of

Max, ingratiating himself with Michael-these

no Dorsey International to

of emotion, the Dorsey family failed to realize

with sighs of regret,

the afterlife, facing the judge of the underworld, he would be too ashamed to

the Dorsey family received grim news

Michael's condition worsening, Antonio was the only one left

Antonio's gaze

worked to death by the

Uncle Max. He basked in the glory of

Max. After all, Max was already estranged