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.”

his routine, except when working overtime. Seeing him with his suit Wesley assumed Max was heading to the

wake Patrick to drive you

“No need.”

reached the foyer, his

figure, Wesley thus about how Dorsey

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 clenched the

he out in

they clicked, so they played their roles in this charade. There was no need for seriousness. And certainly no need to

reasoned there was no need, Max’s exit from the

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

the elevator, Max stopped at the familiar door and rang the bell.

the bell three times with no answer, he remembered

[Where are you?]

chilly hospital corridor, the air damp and

finally, the lights in the operating

“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 now on.”

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