Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 685

Chapter 685

After thelle Boished speaking, she watched as he picked up his hot from the ground and placed it on his head this loup was more pronounced as he started to leave.

Youre not seeking compensation, but if anything else goes wrong with your foot, don't come crying to me she called after him.

Spencet paused, feeling pain searing through his whole body, and tears suddenly sprang to his eyes as he but his lips hand. "Get lost i don't want your money, he spat out bitterly. tuelle was taken aback by his prideful outburst. If that was how he wanted it, then she wouldn't insist on INIVING

Not far from where held started walking off, Spencer's pain became too much, and he sat down on the corb His ankle was swollen, and other injuries were beginning to throb.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and as he saw Brielle's car turn down a side road, his eyes reddened with emotion. It only he hadn't gotten involved with Lillian and had realized from the start that it was Brielle he liked, he might not have made so many foolish mistakes.

It was too late to have regrets now.

Just like she had said once, if he wasn't a Dorsey scion, he probably would never have been able to be in her orbit. She had climbed her way to the top, becoming the CEO of Stellar Stage Entertainment, swiftly reorganizing the company's corrupt core, and commanding respect from everyone.

Such a radiant figure should have been his wife.

Spencer's tears flowed more freely as he wiped them away awkwardly, gathered the strength to pick up his case, and headed into the studio.

Meanwhile, Brielle's car was at a crossroads. She glanced at her phone-no messages, no missed calls. Her heart felt empty as she waited for the green light, then decisively drove towards Dorsey International. He should be awake by now, right?

All she wanted was ten minutes to talk, particularly about the situation with Annie.

In the rearview mirror, Brielle caught a glimpse of Spencer's hobbling figure, and her expression darkened. She had to admit that Michael Dorsey played hardball, ousting Spencer from the family without a penny to his name. Even with his grandson injured like that, Michael didn't bother to check in, seemingly content to let Spencer fend for himself.

Brielle knew this wasn't her fight, but it left a chill in her heart all the same. If Michael could be th ruthless with Spencer, he wouldn't spare Max either when the day Max would completely disappoi really came. Brielle gripped the steering wheel tightly. She didn't realize that the atmosphere at Dorsey International's top floor was one of brooding silence.

Patrick had tried calling her several times, but each attempt was met with a disconnection. It wasn't that no one answered. The calls were intentionally cut off.

He sneaked a glance at Max, murmuring cautiously, "Perhaps Ms. Brielle is just preoccupied."

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Chapter 685

Max's lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes eventually revealed a trace of scorn. Was she too busy to take a single phone call?

Amidst the silence, Patrick's phone rang. His face brightened, hoping it was Brielle. Instead, it was from the sanitorium. He dared not meet Max's gaze as he answered the call. After a brief conversation with the doctor, Patrick hung up.

Max could no longer sit still and stood up to leave. Patrick hurriedly followed, not daring to ask where they were going

Max's presence was chilling, his usual warmth fading back into the persona of the impassive CEO of Dorsey International.

Desperate to break the ice, Patrick sought another topic. "Sir, we've located the hacker who attacked the Beaconsfield network. He's been on the World Cyber Center's wanted list for a while. He's notorious for launching attacks overseas and is listed as a top enemy. But no one knows what he looks like. Ever since his first offense, he's never slipped up. Remember the data chaos on Wall Street? That was his doing. His identity is always changing; no one can pin him down."

In an age where the internet reigned supreme, a top hacker could orchestrate events from behind a screen, never needing to show his face. For years, he had stayed well-hidden. Perhaps he was even close by, yet nobody knew he was a wanted fugitive.

Patrick talked at length, only to notice Max staring out the window, lost in thought, his hair hanging forlornly.

The golden boy of Infinity Brilliance had a luster to his sadness, but Max's was quiet and colorless. His gaze was fixed on the outside world, lost in his thoughts.

Patrick suddenly regretted the conversation, feeling a sour twist in his heart. Maybe, he thought, the CEO shouldn't be with Brielle..

Ms. Brielle just wasn't the right match for him.