Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263 

Weighed down by a heavy heart, she strode out of the grand hall and made her way back to the car, handing the room key over to Tiffanie. 

Catching the key. Tiffanie thumped her chest confidently and proclaimed, “Leave it to me. 

Then, turning her gaze to Mason with a sudden softness in her voice, she cooed, “Mason, how about you spend the night with me, huh?” 

Mason furrowed his brows and shoved her face away. “Just focus on driving, will you?” 

Tiffanie let out a chuckle, blew him a kiss, and swiveled the steering wheel. 

Brielle settled into the back seat and, witnessing this exchange, felt a vein in her forehead might just pop. She wondered how far their relationship had evolved and whether she should spill the beans about them. 

When the car pulled up to Pearl Estate, Brielle bit her lip in hesitation. Mason caught the look on her face and raised an eyebrow, “Got something on your mind?” 

Tiffanie’s gaze followed Mason’s, and Brielle managed a strained smile. “It’s nothing. I’ll treat you to dinner for handling this, okay?” 

Tiffanie nodded and glanced at Aubree in the rearview mirror. “Aubree, you need a lift?” 

Being from the same circles. Tiffanie was well–acquainted with Aubree, who had heard plenty about her as well. Aubree glanced at Brielle’s leg, considering staying to keep her company. but Brielle shook her head, “Don’t worry. I’m fine on my own.” 

So Aubree stayed put.. 

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As the evening approached, the streetlights along the sidewalk flickered on. Max lounged on the couch, gazing out the window at the cityscape bathed in gentle, flickering light, like a trembling mirror. 

The phone rang, and as he recognized the name flashing on the screen, he sighed, not having expected the call so soon. With a respectful tone, he answered, “Father. 

There was silence on the other end, just the sound of breathing that seemed to press against the screen, creating a tense atmosphere. After a long pause, Michael finally let out a sigh. “Max, give me a reason.” 

Michael had been a force in the underworld for many years. He had suspected the puppet master behind it all when he heard Spencer had vanished, last seen near a hotel owned by the Dorsey family. To have someone disappear without a trace from the surveillance of a Dorsey International hotel meant only one person could be behind it–Max, his most favored son. 

Max was the one hiding Spencer, and he needed a reason. 

Max tapped his fingers lightly on the couch, his voice steady. “Father, you once taught me that 

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the head of the Dorsey family doesn’t need a reason to take down someone.” 

Michael had risen to power through ruthless actions and a cold heart. He had always seen potential in Max, who seemed to lack the emotions common to most people. 

That was similar to his younger self–such a person could lead the Dorsey family to new heights. Hence, he had left Max with those words. 

He needed a successor who was calm, cold–blooded, and detached. Max had done well, very 

well up to this point..