Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 913

Antonio's lips curled into a sly smile, a trace of malice flickering in his eyes. There was no way he was going to let that old codger William get near Brielle. He intended to keep Uncle Max's sweetheart locked away like a trophy, safely under his protective wing.

The thought made him lick his lips in anticipation, eager for the moment to arrive.

Father and son were lost in their delusions of grandeur, rushing their plans to take down Stellar Stage Entertainment.

Meanwhile, they were clueless about the brewing storm. The largest deals of Dorsey International were starting to unravel.

When Dorsey International's legal documents were posted online, the uproar was immediate and widespread.

The scandal devoured the nation's attention like a ravenous beast.

Dorsey International was a household name. From seniors to school kids, everyone knew its CEO.

But now, the figure once revered like a demigod was exposed to have tainted lineage and was facing a legal battle.

The internet erupted with insults, mockery, and expressions of dismay.

This was Max's first taste of being the epicenter of a media storm.

"Damn it! What the hell are these people babbling about?! The Dorsey International bunch has no shame!"

Inside the Clements family company, Andrew kicked a chair over in a fit of rage.

He looked like a lion set ablaze, itching to dive through the screen and beat some sense into the foul-mouthed commenters.

Dark circles under his eyes betrayed his lack of sleep, a sign of his recent restless nights.

His assistant knew all too well what had been consuming their boss's time. Aside from meetings, Andrew had been a constant fixture outside Aubree's villa, gazing up at the soft glow of her windows like a vigilant guardian.

His health was bound to suffer if this continued.

It was no wonder the assistant thought so; recently, that's exactly what Andrew had been doing—using lunch breaks to deliver meals to Aubree, then waiting outside her place at night, hoping for her return.

The assistant had a hunch that there was more than meets the eye between the two, but he wouldn’t dare speak a word.

Without thinking, he steered the car towards Stellar Stage Entertainment. At this hour, Miss Nie was likely honing her acting skills or practicing her dance moves.

"Mr. Clements, Miss Nie's movie is premiering soon. Are we going to see it?"

Andrew had never cared for movies, dismissing them as a hassle and a waste of time. Aubree had mentioned it once, and he’d flatly refused.

But now, the thought of Aubree's movie hitting the theaters brought a complex mix of bitterness and sweetness to his heart. "Buy tickets for the whole company. Everyone's going."

The assistant’s lashes fluttered down, thinking to himself, classic Mr. Clements.

"Of course, Mr. Clements."