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.”

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

wake Patrick to drive you

“No need.”

already reached the foyer, his demeanor as businesslike

retreating figure, Wesley thus about

Max’s diligence. It was late, 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

Why was he out in the dead 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.

reasoned there was no need, Max’s

but quite aged, its elevator plastered with colorful eye–catching ads. The first time he woke up in this building, those ads gave him a moment of discomfort. It wasn’t

Chapter 148

stopped at the

was likely awake. After ringing the bell three times with no answer, he remembered WhatsApp and

[Where are you?]

in a chilly hospital corridor, the air

the operating room

other children? We didn’t miss the golden hour for treatment, but his constitution is weak. He’ll be wheelchair–dependent from now on.”

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