Master of his heart

Chapter 148

Chapter 148

Andrew had just been swindled out of thirty million, and harboring resentment towards Brielle was a oven. He’d never been so thoroughly duped by a woman before. Thus, when Max didn’t reob. Andrew anxiously started sending messages again.

[You’re not seriously considering marrying her, are you? With a woman like Brielle, if she actually falls for you, good luck trying to shake her off.]

Not getting married.]

Max replied to that query pretty swiftly. He had no feelings for Brielle, had never contemplated marriage, and therefore, a future with her was absolutely out of the question.

After responding, Max stopped paying attention to the conversation and instead focused on the pile of documents in front of him.

It was bedtime, yet he felt not the slightest hint of sleepiness. After all the recent upheaval, he

wondered how Brielle was feeling. Was she at her apartment?

With these thoughts in mind, he slowly stood, picking up his suit jacket. Just as he reached the downstairs, he ran into Wesley, who was warming up some milk. “Sir, you’re up late.”

Seeing him with his suit Wesley assumed Max was heading to the office for more

Patrick to drive you

“No need.”

had already reached the foyer, his demeanor

figure, Wesley thus about

it was time to brew some hearty soup to help Max sustain his energy. Max headed to the garage and chose a more subdued Mulsanne to drive to Brielle’s apartment. As the

out in

the nature of their relationship – they clicked, so they played their roles in this charade. There was no need for seriousness. And certainly no need to lose sleep over her.

need, Max’s exit from

ads. The first time he woke up in this building, those ads gave him a moment of discomfort. It wasn’t that he looked down on the place; rather, he thought it odd for the daughter of the Haywood family to be living

Chapter 148

elevator, Max stopped at the familiar door and rang the

After ringing the bell three times with

[Where are you?]

Brielle sat in a chilly hospital corridor, the air

lights in the operating room went out, and the doctor came out

mask, his eyes red with fatigue, “Does the patient have other children? We didn’t miss the golden hour for treatment, but his constitution is weak. He’ll be wheelchair–dependent from

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