Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226 

Brielle was at a loss for words, finally understanding why Mason had started by talking about the class representative – it was all to make her step into those shoes and experience that sense of powerlessness. So, when it came to dealing with the Dorsey family, she could see things without any rose–colored glasses. 

This collaboration was going nowhere. Even if she could use her professional skills to persuade Mason, her conscience would suffer for it. 

Brielle forced a smile, “Let’s drop it, but Mr. Mason, are you really Everett’s flesh and blood?” 

Mason nodded, “When my mom was forced to leave, she was already pregnant with me. She begged Michael on her knees to stay by my dad’s side, but Michael was ruthless. He sent her abroad and had her watched, so my dad couldn’t find her. I don’t even know if he ever looked, considering the Dorsey family’s vast empire who wouldn’t be dazzled by such splendor? I haven’t contacted him in all these years. He might not even know he has a son.” 

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A self–mocking smirk crossed Mason’s face as he poured Brielle a drink. “If you ever meet him, Ms. Brielle, could you ask him for me how he’s been?” 

Brielle’s nose tingled, and she felt an unexpected urge to cry. A family that should have been happy, torn apart for years because of the Dorsey family. No wonder Mason was so repulsed when he found out she represented Dorsey International. But then, his willingness to talk to her showed he was a man of exceptional upbringing. Mason himself was the picture of youthful charm, looking every bit the energetic college student. 

“Sure, if’I ever have the chance to meet Everett, I’ll pass on your message.” 

Mason looked down at his glass, lost in thought, “Yeah.” 

Brielle stood up, intending to leave, when he said, “Picking a fight with Tessa, that’s bold. The Rowland family will be knocking on your door soon.” 

Mason then stood up and went to settle the bill, “I’ll drive you home. Where to?” 

“Pearl Estate.” 

Mason gave her a surprised glance, “You make that much at Dorsey International?” 

Brielle couldn’t very well say it was Max who bought it, so she brushed it off. As they reached the hotel lobby, she heard someone calling her name. 

“Brielle!” 

She stiffened, turning around in disbelief, only to see Tiffanie, arms covered in tattoos, swinging a purse and sucking on a lollipop, waving at her from nearby. 

Brielle hadn’t expected to run into Tiffanie here. Seemed like her grounding had ended. Then, remembering Mason was by her side, she figured this was about to turn into a battlefield. 

Chapter 226 

One, the son of Everett with another woman; the other, the daughter Victoria was forced to have – a generational feud indeed. 

Tiffanie strode up, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Mason. “Brielle, look at you, keeping a pretty boy behind my back and Maxie’s.” 

Tiffanie’s blunt comment was scandalously shocking. Brielle hurried to explain, but Tiffanie had already grabbed Mason’s chin. “Got to admit, the pretty boy is quite a looker, Brielle. You’ve got good taste, though not as good as Maxie. Where did you pick him up? Tequila Sunset? I want to snag one too.” 

Mason frowned, trying to push Tiffanie’s hand away, but she skillfully slid her palm down, giving his waist a squeeze. His face darkened instantly. “Please, show some respect.”