Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 967

At this point, the idea of begging Max for help was a joke. The Dorsey family had never stooped so low.

No wonder they had grown too reliant on Max over the years.

Antonio took a deep breath, a cold smirk forming on his lips. "I have my own plans."

Michael couldn't help but chuckle. "Plans? Collaborating with your so-called partner-have you ever wondered why he'd just hand over Dorsey International to you? Sure, it might not be what it once was, but even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. What's he getting out of this, if not for some twisted charity, leaving cold hard cash on the table?"

Straight to the heart of it.

Michael, a veteran in the business world, had sensed that this so-called partner was anything but friendly towards the Dorsey family.

Antonio was merely a sword in the man's hand, and a sharp one at that.

If this shadowy figure were to take down the Dorsey family directly, it would be fair play. But using Antonio to exact revenge was more than a loss of the company-it was a wound deeper than any blade, a pain a hundred times worse.

Look at William, who couldn't rest even in death.

And Michael himself, imprisoned by the grandson he had so underestimated.

What a farce it was, this decaying estate on the brink of its final frenzy.

Yet Antonio, ever the dreamer awaiting a windfall, was the perfect pawn for manipulation.

Michael's interrogation, Antonio

man

was invincible, capable of anything. So why

sense return to Antonio, Michael

Michael's controlling nature, in this moment, he laid all his cards on the table, including

family property, long closed off and largely

older generation, and its seclusion meant even

Michael's eyes narrowed. "That place, huh? Ashton, come closer. There's a secret about that estate you should know." Michael whispered something into Antonio's

your Uncle Max. I'm sure he'll keep Dorsey International afloat for that. Ashton, this is your last chance."

family home that he snorted in

to see the manor for himself, to ensure nothing had gone awry with the plans entrusted to

At the manor.

still blindfolded. Brielle's condition

touched breakfast before throwing it

the couch, her

Max will come for us soon, or if not, Andrew

had been left

but the intentions behind their captivity

must be cautious; one wrong

knew King was behind this, but why hadn't

it wasn't a matter