Master of his heart

Chapter 541

Chapter 541

It seemed Michael never intended to let Brielle into the esteemed Dorsey family.

If Brielle didn’t agree to his terms tonight, Michael could freely go after her without restraint, since she would’ve refused first.

If she agreed, it was a task doomed to fail from the start. Obsessed with achieving the impossible, Brielle would inevitably neglect Max’s feelings. With their time together dwindling, conflicts would naturally arise.

And in the end, even if Brielle managed to accomplish this Herculean task, Stellar Stage Entertainment would fall entirely into the hands of Alivia. Michael had made it clear he wouldn’t let Alivia suffer, so anything Brielle fought tooth and nail for would just end up in Alivia’s hands, easing the bitterness in her heart.

The butler, listening from the sidelines, slowly lowered his lashes in contemplation of Michael’s machinations, which certainly didn’t end there.

The six–month timeline was, in fact, a countdown to Brielle’s downfall. Michael would not allow a woman who climbed the ladder through her looks to be by his most accomplished son’s side.

Picking up a fountain pen, Michael wrote down a word on a piece of paper, then decisively crossed it out with two swift strokes.

she happens to get pregnant with Max’s child during this ordeal, it’ll be a double tragedy. I won’t acknowledge her or the child. As for Max, I have my ways to deal with him.” His tone was casual, as if the lives of a woman

paper.

so proud, Everett had been broken and now meekly shadowed Victoria. His dignity was stripped to the point of reporting even the frequency of their sexual encounters, living like

a man, how much more ruthless would he be with

might lead to a fallout with Max, the butler ventured a word of

possibly remain enamored with Brielle for more

he was holding a winning hand. With that, the butler said no

of the city,

Wesley, with cheeks flushed with excitement, hurried over. “Sir, Ms. Brielle,

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a shower” He felt the lingering scent of tobacco on his clothes from smoking

up the partially knitted scarf, continuing

decorations throughout Premier

looked around at the vibrant colors filling the yard, and her face lit up with joy. Who would have thought

filled with such life and color. Ms. Brielle, I am truly

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