Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1262

The train car fell into an eerie silence after Aubree spoke, as if even the bustling traffic outside had paused to listen. She felt herself enveloped in a careful embrace, treated as delicately as a fragile treasure. "I'm sorry." It wasn't his first apology.

Aubree merely blinked, too exhausted to respond. All she wanted was to sleep.

Back at the mansion, Brielle was buried in her thesis, glued to her laptop day and night. King worried she'd realize something was off-like the fact she had already graduated and couldn't remember her original thesis topic. Yet, to his surprise, Brielle remembered everything.

She sat on the newly replaced couch in the living room, her fingers flying over the keyboard, emitting a clear 'do not disturb' vibe. King, having nothing to do with her busy hands, simply watched her, finding immense satisfaction in just being in her presence. Brielle sensed his gaze, a fleeting smile tugging at her lips, though her expression remained cool. "Don't you have something better to do? Aren't there Dorsey International files that need your attention?"

King, ever so oblivious, missed the hidden smile and felt his spirits drop. "Dorsey International is bankrupt."

Brielle's fingers froze mid-type, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What did you say?"

His tone was unexpectedly calm. "Dorsey International has gone under. I'm not its CEO anymore."

Brielle felt as if struck by lightning, wondering if he was joking. A quick search revealed that Dorsey International had indeed been acquired by a company named Dream Tech Designs. Unaware that Dream Tech Designs was Max's venture, she felt a guilty surge of relief.

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With Dorsey International's fall, King was no longer in the crosshairs of the Dorsey family's scrutiny. Given her long-standing engagement with Spencer, she knew all too well the weight of familial interests, especially within the Dorsey @lan, a nest of schemers. Now, with the empire fallen, King was out of the firing line.

Her smile deepened, feeling unexpectedly closer to him. King, missing her emotional shifts, rested his head on her shoulder. Brielle

feigned annoyance, pushing himmet

slightly only for him to lean in

closer. "With Dorsey International gone, I've no source of income. After buying this mansion, I'm broke. But I

didn't want to skimp on you; I bit the bullet on this one."

Brielle glared, wondering why he'd splurge on the mansion if funds were tight. It must've cost a fortune, a clear case of living beyond one's means. "Sweetie, maybe you should start working to support me?" he suggested, not a hint of shame in his voice.

King was jesting. After all, if she had the chance to leave, he doubted she'd look back.

His lashes lowered, only to hear her say, "Okay."

King stiffened, disbelief coursing through him. Brielle eyed him seriously. "Isn't Premier Palace still unfurnished? Did you sell it?"

Given its ties to the Dorsey family, he had sold it to buy this place, not wanting her to feel burdened. "Yeah, I didn't want you feeling uncomfortable there."

His gaze was intense, as if trying to draw her in. Brielle's smile returned, yet a question lingered. "Have you applied for jobs?"

King hadn't expected her to take him

seriously. She used to be so easy to fool. "Of course, but you know, after running such a big company, when it went down, everyone wanted a piece. Those who e called

'brother' stabbed me in the back. Joining their companies would just kill me, so I'd rather not work and

just stay at home."

That was just like him, preferring to starve at home than work for a rival and give them the satisfaction.