Chapter 342

Alivia watched his retreating figure, a hint of infatuation flickering in her eyes.

She had met plenty of men, each like a firework at her fingertips, bright for a moment before fading into dull ash. But Max was different, a constant presence in her life, like the North Star, illuminating her entire existence. No matter who the other woman was, Alivia was determined to eliminate her competition.

A sharp glint crossed her gaze.

Raised as an elite lady of high society, she had been groomed for greatness from a young age. Upon reaching an age of awareness, she began to scout for a suitable future husband.

It was at one of those high–society parties that she first laid eyes on Max. Even then, he possessed an aura of unapproachability, standing stoically beside Michael.

Pride emanated from Michael as he proclaimed to everyone that this boy was the chosen heir to the Dorsey family legacy. Immediately, the atmosphere thickened with significant glances. Alivia even thought she saw a few glares, sharp enough to cut.

age. Yet, he was only ten when Michael announced

endured. To the adults,

that face in her memory.

the Dorsey family had to

lived to adulthood, the title would be his. If he died, he would simply be a stepping stone for someone else’s success. This was Michael’s philosophy

was often built upon

tone. “Max, you’ve barely rested two hours. Aunt Martha’s condition needs

“Alivia, thank you.”

Martha’s ruthless attack. Had it not been for timely intervention, Alivia might have been seriously hurt. But she shrugged off the incident.

of her obsession with Max, even if it meant becoming a

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