Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Chapter 535

“You seriously make me sick.”

Brielle’s tone was indifferent, she didn’t bother with a response as she headed towards the

front door.

Spencer was curled up on the ground like a squashed bug, clenching his teeth so hard

from the pain he wanted to howl.

When Tiffanie came out, all she saw was Spencer twisted up on the pavement. She

jumped back, startled, and couldn’t help asking, “Are you alright?”

“Get lost.” Spencer spat out the words, his fists clenched tight, and his eyes fiercely fixed

on the direction Brielle had left. He was determined to get what he wanted.

Tiffanie quickly moved forward and finally caught up with Brielle, not too far from the gate.

“Did you just chase Max off? Let me give you a lift back.”

Brielle stood still, looking at the deserted street, her lips twitching into a wry smile. “That

would be great. Thanks.”

Tiffanie sighed, “Not to rag on you, but if I were Maxie, I’d be pissed too. You agreed to

something without even knowing what’s going on at Stellar Stage Entertainment. I

seriously wonder if you even like Maxie. Did you see the look in his eyes? It was

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heartbreaking.”

It was the first time Tiffanie had seen that kind of expression on Max’s face, and it tugged

at her heartstrings. For a moment, she even felt a bit resentful towards Brielle. If Max had

fallen for any other woman, his life would’ve been smooth sailing, but loving Brielle turned

the whole world into an obstacle course. And Brielle’s attitude didn’t help either.

Sometimes, Tiffanie felt Maxie deserved better.

Tiffanie pulled the car around and gave Brielle a run–down of the situation at Stellar Stage

Entertainment.

“In a nutshell, it’s a hot mess. You know Ryan’s reputation; he always messed around,

using Stellar Stage as his playground. Eighty percent of those artists have been passed

around to the bigwigs in Beaconsfield. No matter their gender, they’re just currency in the

hands of the rich. At Dorsey International, you handled mergers and acquisitions, but over

there, it’s all about schmoozing and politics. And increasing performance by fifty times in

six months? Brielle, I have faith in you, but even I doubt you can pull that off.”

And even if she did, who knew what her grandfather would do? Would he really stop

interfering, or would he pull some other stunt?

Brielle closed her eyes, leaning back in her seat. Her mind was on the festively decorated

streets, thinking of the paired couplets and lanterns, and the tacky fairy lights at Premier

Palace.

It was New Year’s, their first together, and it was a total mess. Not even a ‘Happy New

Year‘

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was exchanged, and now he had disappeared for over twenty–four hours and walked out

her again.

Brielle felt exhausted, yet she spoke with confidence, “If I hadn’t agreed, what do you

think I’d be facing tonight?”

Tiffanie’s grin on the steering wheel tightened, and she fell silent. Right, if Brielle hadn’t

agreed, would her grandfather have really let her walk away?

Brielle watched the streetlights cast flickering shadows on her face through the window.

“Before I got here, I did some digging on Michael. He’s got one up on Max – during his time

in charge, no one disappeared from the family, but under Michael’s reign, many did,

including the Dorsey’s third in line, who’s never returned to Beaconsfield. Who knows what

really happened to him? Sure, Max drove people to ruin, but that was all in the finance

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game. You play, you risk losing. Michael, though, his methods were far more brutal; he

could strip away humanity.”

So, if he could be ruthless with his own kin, what more could Brielle expect? Her research

had shown as much. People mellowed with age: Otherwise, Ryan would have been long

gone from the Dorsey fold, not just sent away from Beaconsfield.

Since Michael had summoned her, there had to be a conclusion: Either comply with his

demands within six months or refuse and be eliminated on the way back. She had not

choice.

Hearing her analysis sent a chill through Tiffanie, who suddenly found herself at a loss for

words.

Brielle continued. “When I saw Everett sitting there, it felt like a warning from Michael. If I

don’t play by his rules, I’m next.”

Disbelief flickered in Tiffanie’s eyes, and sweat beaded on her forehead as she grasped

the true purpose of her grandfather inviting Everett. It wasn’t acknowledgment but a stark

example for Brielle of what happens to those who disobey.

Silently potent, it struck at the core, draining the will to resist. There, Everett sat, silent as

a tombstone, a haunting reminder to Brielle of what lay ahead if she strayed from the

path.

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