Master of his heart

Chapter 531
telle nibbled at a sandwich, her fingers dancing through the yarn as she knitted a
scarf into the wee hours of the morning. It wasn't until then that she finally drifted
off into a fitful sleep. her dreams a tangled mix of Max and visions of him with
other women.
When she woke, it was already noon the next day, and Max still hadn't returned.
After freshening up, she couldn't resist the urge to call him, but there was no
answer on the other
1. nd. Her heart hung suspended, heavy with worry. She tried Patrick next, but
all he said was that they were a bit tied up.
Restlessly. Brielle waited until six in the evening when Max's car finally pulled up
to the front of Premier Palace. She hurried outside and opened the car door to
find Max leaning back in his seat, his eyes closed, a picture of exhaustion but,
thankfully, unharmed. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Slipping into the car, she took his hand, intertwining their fingers firmly. Max's
eyelashes fluttered, and he turned to look at her, pulling her into an embrace.
They rode in silence.
Brielle wracked her brain, even wondering if she had done anything in the past
couple of days. to upset him. After meticulously dissecting the recent events, she
couldn’t pinpoint anything. she might've done wrong.
Upon arriving at the Dorsey familt's old mansion, the butler was already waiting
at the door. “Sir, Ms. Brielle, Mr. Michael has been expecting you,” he
announced.
Brielle instantly gathered her wits, clutching Max's hand a little tighter.
Only then did Max open his eyes, the redness in them evident. Seeing his state
only. heightened her concern. What had Max been up to these past two days?
Max looked down and tousled her hair. “Don’t be nervous.”
It wasn't nerves she felt, just concern for him.,"l told you, I've got to face this,”
she murmured. She hadn't seen him in over a day and couldn't help herself; she
tiptoed to wrap her arms around his neck. But Max stepped back, nodding
towards the house. “Let's go inside.”
Brielle stood frozen for a moment, feeling as if a bucket of icy water had been
poured over
her heart.
She looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of what was troubling him.
But Max. remained untroubled.
She forced a smile. “Alright, let's go in.”
The butler watched the two approach and opened the door as they finally moved
forward.
Inside the stately Dorsey family ancestral home, Michael sat at the head of the
room while others were seated on either side. As Brielle stepped in, she felt
Spencer’s piercing gaze upon her. He looked gaunt, as if he'd lost a great deal of
weight. His eyes were fixed on her
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Seated on the couch were William,
Victoria, Tiffanie, and a man she
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in his forties, Ted 6) a sharpblack
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rested on his arm, clearly trying to
draw closer, but the man seemed to
barely tolerate her touch, even
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This didn’t feel like a family dinner; it felt more like Brielle was on trial.
Michael gestured for the butler to prepare a seat for Brielle. The butler quickly
pushed a single chair forward, indicating Max would have to sit elsewhere.
Max frowned and looked towards Michael, who pointed to the couch. “Max, sit
over here,” he said, making no effort to hide his intention to separate them.
Max stood still, about to object, but Michael's cold laugh cut him short. “What,
you're not even prepared to face the Dorsey family?”
Brielle gently tugged at Max's sleeve. “Go ahead, I'll sit here,” she whispered.
Causing a scene would not only be an affront to Michael but would also
embolden the sideline family members.
She quickly assessed the room. About a dozen relatives seemed to have
gathered, indicating the incident at the private box had caused quite a stir.
Max was the chosen heir of the Dorseys, and no member of the Dorsey family
wanted to see him waste his potential on someone like Brielle.
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Almost all the elders who could make
it were present. Though they were
just from of formes
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with many serving as CEOS in
companies under Dorsey
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