Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 36

Max paused and set his bowl down on the nightstand.

The maid, already waiting by the door and keenly observant, quickly stepped in with a bowed head. She carefully took the bowl and began to feed her with meticulous

attention.

Brielle instantly regretted her impulsive comment. Had she kept quiet, she might have enjoyed the privilege of Max’s personal care. But now, she didn’t have the nerve to ask him to continue.

After finishing the soup, she finally felt strong enough to get out of bed. The maid was gone, and it was just the two of them left in the room.

Outside, the sun was blazing, its rays cloaking the garden beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Max sat in a chair by the window, the very picture of grace, his fingers tapping away on the keyboard.

Brielle had managed to pull herself out of the fear she had felt the night before, but now -she felt neglected, and a bit bored. She got out of bed and moved closer to him, standing

behind his chair. She inhaled his crisp scent and glanced at the screen. “Hatfield Inc., huh? Are you planning to take over this.company?”

overseas companies were already in the game, nobody domestically

in human history to develop at an

in the transistor processor market. However, since Max took charge, he began cutting back on many superfluous operations,

of the company’s workforce. Not only that, amid howls of protest, Max sold off several subsidiaries,

was strapped for cash and tightening its belt, but in the following year,

chain with numerous luxury brands in its portfolio. It was said, half-jokingly, that the executives were either buying something or on their

top of Dorsey Tower, everything

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take over Hatfield, but their management immediately implemented a poison pill strategy. The tug-of-war lasted two years, and

tickling Max’s ear. To see the screen better, she leaned in, resting her chin on Max’s shoulder. This posture was too intimate, like she was snuggling up to

didn’t push her away but instead slid the laptop closer, “What’s your take on

national environmental initiatives. The Hatfield

Hatfield heirs have locked up fifty percent of the company shares in a rigid trust arrangement. According to their plan, these shares can’t be sold without the consent of over seventy-five percent of the

was Hatfield’s secret, known only to the family.

up, “He was drunk at a party and let it slip. Everyone else forgot, but I