Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 32

“Ryan, what you’ve gotten yourself into this time is absurdly over the top.” Max never saw himself as one of the juniors, and he slowly stood up, his voice steady, “And that nephew of mine, Spencer, I don’t care about the dames you guys keep, but I sure as hell don’t like them parading around me.”

Ryan’s face turned sour, finally realizing why Max had stripped Spencer of his position. It seemed Spencer’s little mistress from the suburban villa had decided to mess with Max.

What a foolish move!

His hand, dangling at his side, clenched into a fist. He wished he could take care of that woman right then and there.

Then he thought about the woman he’d been with tonight, the one who had shamelessly thrown herself under Max’s car wheels. No wonder Max had chosen to come over at night.

Twice now, they had crossed Max’s line. If there was a next time, forget Spencer’s directorship-his own seat on the board would be on the line.

He was furious and resentful, but Max, holding fifty-one percent of Dorsey International’s shares, was the absolutely of the company. Whoever he wanted out, had to pack their bags and leave, pronto.

He couldn’t afford to cross Max, at least not now.

I’ll take care of it all. I already heard

thought Max was here because of Brielle. He even suspected there might be some sort of illicit affair between

department, Brielle seemed to be the only one capable of stepping up

was beyond question; she was a piece he had to keep close at hand. Max-chuckled, “If

with

to ruin Brielle tonight had been based on the suspicion that she was involved with Max. With his doubts dispelled, there was no need to push

to the brink.

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quite talented. I’ll make sure Spencer learns a thing or two from

nonchalantly, then casually looked away. “I’ve got other things to handle, so I’ll

leave, his gaze now

see Max out. Only when the

darken.

didn’t hesitate to slap her, “Are you satisfied with

swelled from the slap, “I didn’t