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?”

its field, having started with semiconductors. The older generations began with transistors, and while overseas companies were already in the game, nobody domestically had realized the future impact

in human history to

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

nearly a third of the company’s workforce. Not only that, amid howls

cash and tightening its belt, but in the following year, Max led Dorsey International on a campaign of conquest, flames of battle burning

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

even exaggeratedly claimed that from the top of Dorsey Tower,

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pursuing Hatfield might be tricky. I remember five years ago a company tried to take over Hatfield, but their management immediately implemented a poison pill strategy. The tug-of-war lasted two years, and the suitor eventually had to back

too close, her breath tickling Max’s ear. To see the screen better, she leaned in, resting her chin on Max’s shoulder.

slid

not chasing profits. They even use eco-friendly packaging in response to national environmental initiatives. The Hatfield family owns over seventy percent of the shares, spread across more than two hundred members, with no

members. After that hostile takeover attempt, most of the 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

family. Max turned, surprised, and

at a party