Chapter 577

Max’s gaze rested on her with a calm that bordered on indifference as if devoid of any emotion. “Mom, is it because I’m the heir to the Dorsey family?” he asked quietly.

Martha’s lips tightened into a thin line, and she let out a derisive snort. “Of course it is. What’s the difference between Brielle and a beggar on the street? Are you with her to play the savior now?”

“I could always renounce my inheritance. Antonio’s been back in Beaconsfield for a while, hasn’t he? He could take over.”

Antonio was William’s son.

Martha was suddenly at a loss for words, struggling to believe what she was hearing. He had been declared the successor at just ten years old. He had navigated through tumultuous trials and had some close shaves just to get this prestigious position, and now he was ready to give it all up? It was sheer madness.

the room! But she could not act on it. Max’s few words held her life’s work in

lips were so tightly pressed together that they began to bleed,

stay! She had to

Martha’s glance–a look venomous as a viper’s hiss, filled with loathsome poison, wishing her

clearly nothing to please Martha.

scorn. “Well, well, Brielle, showing some sense for once. You know Martha might have a fit seeing you. Hiding out here is probably for the best. After all, your ‘relationship‘ with Max is the kind that’s best kept in the

smugness. She was alone with Brielle,

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