Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 951

Antonio always had a brooding look, and now, as his face darkened even more, he looked like he was plotting something devious.

“Dad,” he said, smirking without any real humor, “you’re quite the comedian. You were the one who taught me never to take the Dorsey family ties to heart. I’ve always remembered that lesson.”

He was smiling, but his eyes were cold and empty.

Stepping closer, he whispered something in William’s ear.

William’s pupils constricted sharply, and he was so overwhelmed with rage that he passed out on the spot.

Antonio watched the man, who had coughed up blood and now lay unconscious on the hospital bed, and let out a chilling laugh.

He didn’t call for the doctors; William probably wouldn’t make it through the night.

Anyone who dared to challenge him for Dorsey International wouldn’t be spared—not his father, not even his grandfather.

His benefactor had promised to back him up. So all Antonio had to do was get rid of those above him, and Dorsey International would be his, with him in absolute control.

Everything Max had lost would be his for the taking.

He had finally beaten Max, no longer the insurmountable peak of his childhood.

This day had been a long time coming.

Excitement flushed Antonio’s cheeks, contrasting with his otherwise somber features and giving him a rather sinister look.

William could never have imagined exiting the stage in such a disgraceful, quiet manner.

In William’s world, he was the head of the Dorsey family, Max’s elder brother, the last hope of the old man. Even if he were to exit, it should have been with a bang, fitting of his stature.

He’d always seen Max as his rival, always dreaming of the day he’d bring him down, constantly striving for that end.