Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Chapter 463

Allvia’s love for Max was like a wildfire, reckless and all–consuming. If Max were to die

tonight, she would follow him without hesitation. Therefore, Max had no choice but to love

her and her alone.

Now was the perfect opportunity. Michael, out of loyalty to Spencer, was gunning for

Brielle, and with Max incapacitated for the moment, Allvla had ample time to foster a bond

between the two. Everything was unfolding just as she had hoped, smoothly and without

hindrance,

Downstairs at the hospital, members of the Dorsey clan were leaving in a procession of

sleek

cars.

Victoria climbed into her vehicle, casting a disgusted look at Tiffanie, who lingered outside.

“What are you even doing here? Don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re one of the

Harkins. Your haven’t managed to earn Everett’s affection yet. You’re a waste of space,

barely worth the air you breathe. You might as well be dead.”

The more Victoria thought about it, the angrier she became. Her disdain deepened at the

glimpse of a tattoo peeking from Tiffanie’s neck. “I can’t fathom what sort of lowlife your

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real. father was, but you’re certainly his spitting image. Stay away from the Dorsey’s

affairs in the future, would you?”

“Mom, I got it. Just go.” Tiffanie replied with rare tranquility, her smile unwavering as she

watched Victoria.

Victoria’s stomach churned at that smile. She had always loathed her daughter and tried

many ways to torment her, yet Tiffanie remained resilient, often popping up when least

expected. Instead of breaking. Tiffanie had developed a carefree personality. Victoria just

couldn’t understand it.

Too fed up to look at Tiffanie any longer, Victoria drove away.

Both Brielle and Maxie

The moment she left. Tiffanie’s smile vanished. Trouble was brewing. were in dire straits,

and with her grandfather’s orders, Tiffanie couldn’t reach either of them. What should she

do?

Tiffanie was beside herself with worry. As for Victoria’s recent insults, they barely

registered to her. Her primary concern was Brielle. The Dorseys planned to pressure the

police; who knew what Brielle might endure in custody?

Maxie was still unconscious and would be unreachable even if he woke, since his phone

had been confiscated.

Frantically pacing. Tiffanie wondered whom she could turn to.

Andrew? Unlikely. He had never been fond of Brielle and probably wouldn’t mind seeing

her stuck in jail forever.

Kenzo?

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Overwhelmed and with dawn approaching. Tiffanie couldn’t think clearly.

Aubree was similarly anxious. She had followed the police to the station, where they had

initially agreed to let her see Brielle. But then, a phone call changed everything, and she

was abruptly turned away. Someone had given the station orders.

Aubree was raised in the thick of these circles and was no stranger to such scenarios. But

with Max incapacitated, she had no allies to turn to. She was about to lose her cool when

she tentatively dialed Andrew’s number.

Andrew and Kenzo were holed up in the hospital lounge, having overheard the Dorsey

family’s conversations. If they showed themselves, they’d be obliged to engage in

pleasantries, something they were both keen to avoid.

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The Dorsey family seemed to be on the precipice of a significant shift.

Andrew’s lips curled into a half–smile as he casually flipped a doctor’s pen over in his

hand. “Kenzo, what’s your take?”

Sitting with a straight back and an amused twinkle in his eye, Kenzo simply said, “Quite

intriguing.”

Andrew scoffed softly. “Sometimes I really don’t get you. I was worried sick, and you’re

acting like it’s no big deal. Weren’t you even a bit concerned for Max? With Ryan pulling a

stunt like that, even I might not have dodged the bullet.”

Kenzo’s eyes slowly closed, his voice still gentle. “Michael chose him as the heir at age

ten, so a little vigilance is natural for Max.”

Andrew’s family, the Clements, lacked numerous heirs, so he couldn’t quite understand

the constant vigilance that came from being targeted by one’s own kin from a young age.

Max’s journey had likely made him more composed and more ruthless than most. There

was little to worry about. “Even if Max willingly walked into the jaws of death.” Kenzo

mused, “the reaper himself might think twice before taking him.”

Andrew lowered his gaze, his brow furrowed. “And what about Brielle? You heard what they

said. Are you okay with letting her rot in jail?”

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