Master of his heart

Chapter 527
Andrew's eyelid twitched in irritation as he rubbed his cheek. “It wasn’t him.”
“So, Tessa, then?”
“No way, she'd never lay a hand on me.”
“Who else would you let slide, then? I'm almost worried you buried someone
before coming here.”
Andrew's fire went out in a puff. That slap had come from Aubree. It was because
he had the gall to ask Aubree to cook for Tessa.
When he found out Aubree had gone to Premier Palace, he'd wanted to follow,
but with the tension between him and Max, he'd just met Aubree on the street
corner to pass on Tessa’s message.
Without a word, Aubree slapped him again, then stormed back into Premier
Palace, calling him trash.
Andrew had been in these circles too long, never learning to think about others.
His comfort was his only concern. So he thought his request of Aubree was
reasonable, but her reaction was unexpected.
There was a slap, but no words were exchanged.
Damn, had he been too indulgent with Aubree? When it came to him, she hit him
with no hesitation—as if she put her whole strength into it.
Usually, Andrew would turn to Max, who was a good listener despite his stoic
demeanor. But after last night's harsh words and a punch, Andrew's thick skin
wasn’t enough to face Max again.
Andrew's gaze fell, lips pressed tight.
Jaired, casually crossing his legs, twirled an orange in his hand. “Look, Andrew,
I'm not one to talk, but what you said to Max last night, that was low. You know
how rough Max had it growing up.”
Akid who never smiled or cried would face cold shoulders even at the top of the
food chain. Martha even brought in a shrink at one point. Not just any shrink, but
the kind you'd find at a psychiatric ward.
When you were out of step with the world, people thought you were a monster.
And with the Dorsey family’s high status, the last thing they wanted was a freak in
the family.
So, doctors frequented the Dorsey household, trying to diagnose Max with
something, anything, to explain his lack of emotional display.
When Michael decided to make ten—year—old Max the heir to the Dorsey fortune,
everyone was
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floored. How many assassination attempts would the kid face? How much
backstabbing would he endure in private?
Everyone thought Michael didn’t care for his youngest son, that he was setting
Max up to fail, using him as a shield against the majority of blows, and waiting to
put his favored son in place once Max was out of the picture. Even Max's friends
thought that way, instructed by their families to believe it.
Max excelled in everything but social skills. Quick to learn anything but how to
get along with others.
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Andrew had been regretting his words since last night. He could call Max trash,
scum, but never a machine.
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Kenzo, lounging on the sofa, had been silent the whole time. Now, he merely
opened one eye to glance at them, then dropped his gaze again, as if
disinterested in the whole affair.
When the two were arguing, the third was not welcome to spectate, so Andrew
turned to Kenzo. “Kenzo, what's your take?”
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But of them all, Andrew had the biggest prejudice against Brielle. After all, she
was the one who had helped an intoxicated Max right under his nose. Their first
meeting was so dramatic that Andrew never warmed to Brielle afterward.
In his eyes, she was the kind of woman who'd latch onto any opportunity to climb
the social ladder, even at great personal cost. He didn’t believe Brielle truly loved
Max.