Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 953

"Grandpa, you've seen the news online, haven't you?"

Michael, already hospitalized due to William's antics, now found himself coughing violently at the news.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, making him feel disoriented. This room, which should have been familiar—the ancestral home of the Dorsey family—felt alien, tainted with the odors of alcohol and tobacco smoke.

Shakily, he reached for his cane, intending to reprimand Antonio.

"Where the hell are the bodyguards?! All of you, get out here now!"

He mustered a shout, but the room remained eerily silent—no one listened.

Michael's pupils contracted as he stumbled back.

Antonio's lips curled into a smirk as he swirled the whiskey in his glass.

"Grandpa, save your strength. I've taken care of everything in the old house. You always looked down on me, seeing me as nothing more than a tool in your hands. Bet you never imagined that one day, the blade would turn on you."

Shock was evident in Michael's eyes, disbelief etched on his face.

How could this be? He was the patriarch of the Dorsey family, with vast influence at his disposal. How could Antonio, a mere whelp, have outmaneuvered him?

"Antonio, what have you done?"

Antonio's eyes twinkled with amusement, quite pleased with the current state of affairs.

"Grandpa, I realized long ago that you weren't the ideal partner for me. So I chose a new ally, one with considerable clout. Look how quickly Dorsey International has fallen into my hands."

"You won't succeed! I'll never give you the shares! You only have twenty percent!"

"Indeed, I have a mere twenty percent, which is why, Grandpa, you should be wise and surrender the rest of your shares to me. Otherwise, you won't be leaving this house."

It seemed he intended to imprison Michael.