Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 952

Antonio's interview wasn't just trending online; it had hit the news big time. Suddenly, the whole country was buzzing about the Dorsey family's dirty laundry.

Brielle saw the news on TV. Thanks to Antonio's bombshell, her trending updates were overshadowed, with Max now being the talk of the town. She flipped through several channels, all covering the same story.

Unable to help herself, she glanced at Max, who was sitting calmly at the other end of the sofa, peeling a grape for her. He seemed completely oblivious to the TV chatter. She had been craving something sweet yet tangy, and Max had been by her side all day, naturally taking on the task of peeling grapes.

Brielle hadn't wanted to get caught up in public opinion, but everyone bad-mouthing Max was starting to get to her. Max was such a good guy, and these people clearly didn't know the first thing about him.

"Open up," Max said, not even sparing a glance at the TV. He meticulously peeled the grape, placed it in a porcelain bowl, and then fed it to her with a spoon. His movements were so graceful, and he wore gloves while peeling the grapes.

In truth, Brielle was curious to see the juice spread across his fingertips, but he was too much of a neat freak for that. She opened her mouth, ate a grape, and then casually draped her leg over his.

Other than stepping out to rescue Tiffanie, Max hadn't left the house in two days, dedicating himself entirely to her. Brielle sensed his indulgence and sometimes wanted to test just how far he'd go.

With her leg resting on his, she struck a pose like a lazy cat. Max didn't push her away. Without even a flutter of his eyelashes, he fed her a few grapes, set the bowl on the coffee table, and then placed his hands on her leg, gently massaging. "Legs sore?" he asked.

Brielle shook her head, swallowed, and then tilted her chin upward. "A bit to the left."

Max chuckled softly, his long fingers moving to the left. Comfortable, Brielle closed her eyes and decided to turn off the TV, no longer interested in the news. She admired Max's composure. The Dorsey family was tearing itself apart, and now with William gone, Max remained unshaken within the walls of Premier Palace. If the Dorseys found out, they'd probably lose their minds.

Brielle touched her stomach, put further thoughts aside, and drifted off to sleep. As soon as she was asleep, the smile on Max's face faded. He carefully moved her leg off his knee, unfolded a blanket beside him, and gently covered her.

Not far away, Patrick had been waiting with a stack of urgent documents from overseas needing Max's signature. Concerned that the rustling of papers might disturb Brielle, he sat a little farther away.

Once Max had signed the last document, Patrick spoke up. "The old man tried to reach you and started calling me when he couldn't, but I blocked him. He's probably figured out Antonio's ambitions by now."

The Dorsey family's dirty laundry

wasn't hard to guess. Whoever benefited most from William's death was likely the mastermind-clearly, it was Antonio. Antonio's move was surprising, but considering he was a Dorsey, it wasn't that strange. After all, Michael had climbed to the top stepping over his brothers' bodies, and Antonio had merely learned from the best.

"Boss, are we just going to do nothing about it?"

"Yeah."

Max handed over the last document. Patrick took it, remaining respectfully deferential.

"The takeover deal should conclude in two days. By evening, the local media will catch wind of it."

Max nodded, then his brow furrowed slightly as he felt a sharp pain. He looked over at Brielle, sleeping peacefully, and his heart softened. "Understood, proceed with the original plan."

Patrick then fell silent.

Online, Max was being vilified, with detractors spewing vitriol as if they wished to shoot him to Mars. Meanwhite, Antonio, within the old mansion, watched the news with a sly grin He had succeeded in bringing Max down, just as he had planned. Nothing excited him more; his hands shook slightly as he held a glass of red wine, his eyes reddened with exhilaration.

At the same time, Michael had seen the online news and had called in. Antonio went even further this time, having Michael taken straight from the hospital. Sitting on the sofa in the oldmansion, Michael could hardly believe it. Although he had no love lost for William, how could William have passed so suddenly? It felt like a dream, and everything around him seemed surreal.