Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 941

Max strode towards the car, his face a mask of grim determination. By the time they reached the hotel, his expression had darkened even more.

The banquet inside had just wrapped up, leaving the air heavy with the scent of fine wine and lingering laughter. Max stepped into the elevator and headed straight to the top floor. The smell of alcohol was even stronger there. Unlike most penthouse suites designed for relaxation, this one was a lavish bar meant for high-end revelry.

Tonight, though, there wasn't any booming music—just the low murmur of the city's elite indulging in their private playground. Only four people were there.

Victoria was one, Everett another, and then there was Tiffanie, cruelly chained by the neck. The last person was the weasel-faced CEO of Blue Nebula Enterprises.

Max could hardly believe what he was seeing. What kind of mother would do this to her own daughter? Sure, Tiffanie may not have had the best start in life, but to leash her like a dog? It was beyond comprehension.

Max's demeanor was icy, but he kept his rage in check; he rarely let it show. Instead, he fixed Victoria with a calm, piercing gaze.

Victoria trembled with fear. How had Max found out about this? Then she remembered that he was no longer the president of Dorsey International. He had no ties to the Dorsey clan anymore and might even face prison because of their influence. She lifted her chin defiantly, but her past fears of Max made it impossible to feel at ease around him.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

Everett, seated nearby, had been dragged here by Victoria with the promise of some entertaining spectacle. Tiffanie was barely dressed, and with the spring chill in the air, her outfit was as good as nothing.

Max had no desire to talk to Victoria. Instead, he turned to the men who had come with him. "Unchain her," he ordered.

The hotel’s security guards, who had accompanied him, moved to free Tiffanie without hesitation. But the lock around her neck needed a key, and the other end of the chain was anchored at the feet of the Blue Nebula Enterprises CEO.

What kind of message did this send, treating Tiffanie no better than a dog offered to this man?