Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 786

"Get lost!"

The words spewed from his lips for the second time as he shoved the figure away from him.

Alivia tumbled to the floor with a thud, her elbow swelling with pain from the impact. Tonight was her golden opportunity. The room was locked tight, and Max was under the influence of two different meds. If she couldn't take him down now, she'd be facing his complete disdain in the future.

"Max!"

Max had already grabbed a chair next to him, hurling it at the room's window.

No wonder he'd felt uneasy since entering the room. The door and windows were sealed shut. His palms were smeared with blood, a testament to his forceful action that shattered the window.

Glass shards littered the floor as Alivia's cries turned into screams.

The butler had chosen a ground-floor room for him that night, and with his long legs, Max vaulted out with ease. He didn't look back at Alivia. He just felt utterly disgusted.

He had never experienced such revulsion before.

Max stumbled a few steps forward and finally encountered Patrick.

Patrick quickly steadied him, his eyes wide with shock. "Sir?"

"Take me back to Premier Palace."

Patrick nodded vigorously, a flicker of anger in his eyes. Had they been played?

While the Dorsey family mourned the death of Martha, some distant relative was pushing Michael for a new girl while someone else drugged Max.

What a filthy nest the upper crust turned out to be.

Sometimes, the pinnacle of education, resources, and wealth didn't equate to perfection. In such circles, privilege was taken for granted from the moment it was enjoyed, with flattery and societal favor becoming expectations.

Humanity fades, and personal gain takes the throne.

Max settled into the car, a wave of unease washing over him. His forehead was slick with sweat, both hot and uncomfortable.

When he pulled out his phone, the sight of Brielle's call log made his vision swim.

It had to be a trick, right?