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.”

punctual in his routine, except when working overtime. Seeing him with his suit Wesley assumed Max was

Patrick to drive you

“No need.”

his demeanor as businesslike

Wesley thus about how Dorsey International’s success was

yet here he was, off to handle more company matters. Wesley decided 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 car came to a stop, he

doing? Why was he out in the dead of night, looking

of their relationship – they clicked, so they played their roles in this charade. There

was no need, Max’s exit from the car

this building, those ads gave him a moment of discomfort. It wasn’t that he looked down on the place; rather, he

Chapter 148

elevator, Max stopped at the familiar door and rang the

she might be, was likely awake. After ringing the bell three times with no answer, he remembered

[Where are you?]

chilly hospital corridor, the air damp and

in surgery, and finally, the lights in the operating room went out, and the doctor

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

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