Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 979

Dustin watched the scene unfold, looking like he had no intention of calling for a doctor.

"Michael, can you still talk? What's the secret of the estate?"

Michael sat there, the taste of blood filling his mouth. But instead of wincing, he started to laugh.

All those plans, all for nothing.

All those meticulous strategies, wasted.

Dustin couldn't quite understand Michael's state of mind. His brow furrowed as he listened to Michael's raspy voice, "The estate is an heirloom from the older generation. There's a basement filled with fuel barrels, one after another. If ignited, the whole place would go up in flames-a trap set by our ancestors, a dead end. Ashton played the fool his whole life, but he was smart once when he chose that spot. I told him, the switch to ignite the fire was hidden in the backyard, disguised as a flint stone. It's capable of setting the estate ablaze. Anyone trapped inside wouldn't stand a chance, not even by divine intervention. If Ashton used this to threaten Max, Max would spare the Dorsey family. Ashton's a brooding guy, loves his glory but fears death above all. I never thought he'd go this far."

Michael slowly shut his eyes, resigned to whatever came next.

Life and death, power; it all seemed like a joke.

He had personally ruined the Dorsey family. He was the sinner of the ages.

Again, he laughed.

landing on the terrace wouldn't be fatal. The plan was to use themselves as bait, lure the enemy to the

over, his chest ached,

made was appointing Max, naturally insensitive to emotions, as

greatest regret was

on Wall Street-how could his judgment

decided to give Brielle a legitimate status, he probably knew this day

began to flow. The mistake, it seemed, was

A pitiable sight.

Utterly pitiable.

taken this step if

why would Antonio go to such

him

and

old house, Dustin

what could he do with