Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 915

The hypnotherapist on the video call was named Ramey, a member of the same distinguished family as the elusive figure the lady doctor had been searching for, and the two were actually cousins. However, the man the lady doctor was after was shrouded in secrecy, bound by countless non-disclosure agreements, whereas Ramey was much more laid-back.

"I'll be getting to Beaconsfield tomorrow night. First thing, I'll touch base with Ms. Brielle," he said casually.

Ramey could sense that Max was in a funk, clearly bummed out over the kid, and torn apart by the decision he had to make.

But with Brielle, first on the pill and then with an IUD, that kid was never meant to be. The longer they waited, the more it would hurt her.

If Max really cared about Brielle, he'd do exactly what he was doing now-make a swift decision.

After hanging up the call, Max seemed oblivious to the other person in his study. He just stared at the computer screen, his eyes dark and brooding.

"Here you are, worried about Brielle. Haven't you seen the news online?" Andrew's voice was filled with disbelief.

In the past, he never could've imagined Max becoming the butt of jokes among everyday folks.

This was his friend, his childhood rival he always aspired to outdo. If Max hadn't moved overseas at sixteen, rarely returning, Andrew was sure they'd have had a proper showdown.

He admired Max to his core, marveling at how he managed to double the Dorsey family's net worth just by pulling strings on Wall Street from afar.

Only Max knew the full extent of the blood and thunder he'd faced since becoming the Dorsey family heir at the tender age of ten.

Andrew was a straight shooter, his admiration and disdain both blunt as a hammer, just like his dislike for Brielle, which meant he never had a kind word for her since she came around. Max snapped his laptop shut. "The buzz will die down soon enough."

His tone was breezy, as if he couldn't care less about the Dorsey family's drama.

Andrew frowned. "You got a plan?"

"Yep, I'm gonna take over Dorsey International."

Anyone else would have burst into laughter at such a ludicrous statement. Buying out Dorsey International? That was like a fairytale in Beaconsfield; no one would dare utter such nonsense. But Andrew didn't laugh. He knew Max was no joker. To others, the impossible was just another day's work for Max.

So the anxiety on Andrew's face vanished, replaced by a look of intrigue.

After a long pause, he finally exhaled. "What are the odds?"

Max, seemingly lacking some basic emotional wiring, looked puzzled at Andrew.

Andrew read the silent question in his eyes: Are you kidding me?

Max wouldn't let on about something unless he was a hundred percent sure, especially not to his closest friends. When he shared his plans, it was as good as done.

Inside, Andrew felt like he was

in a maelstrom. He wouldn't

caugert with such certainty that

dare

he could take over Dorsey International.

Dorsey International had been a titan in Beaconsfield for years, always at the top, with countless subsidiaries.

What could possibly to buy

it out?

But then he thought about Max's years on Wall Street, and how no one knew the extent of his assets.

In that moment, Andrew felt a sense of peace.

The man he'd been trying to catch up with had actually left him far behind.

If he weren't the Clements family heir, Andrew wouldn't know what to do with himself.

All his achievements were built on the shoulders of the Clements family colossus.

But Max was different. He wasn't the Dorsey family heir, yet he could casually propose taking over the Dorsey family as if it were nothing.

In that instant, Andrew realized the gap between him and Max. The man was a force of nature.

And yet, this force of nature had fallen for a woman.

Andrew finally understood why Max

never seemed to go all-in with

Dorsey International. It was because

he never really cared about its assets.

It was like he was just ticking off a checklist, devoid of passion.

Andrew lowered his lashes, his intuition had been right all along.

But then he thought of all the times Max had mentioned Brielle, and he couldn't help but offer some brotherly advice.

"Max, do you really like Brielle?"

Could a force of nature fall for someone?

He had his doubts.