Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

The charity banquet hosted by the Hatfield family was different from other events. Being at powerful family, they didn’t need media hype, so the venue was chosen in a suburban mansion. There would be a bonfire party at the mansion in the evening, and most of the attendees for this event were young people.

Max’s attendance was a surprise that buzzed through the crowd. Polite to a fault when. approached by networking entrepreneurs, his cool detachment was palpable. Business niceties aside, he kept personal connections firmly at arm’s length.

Over time, the consensus became that Max was supposed to be untouchable and unreachable. so his presence that evening was nothing short of astounding.

Rumors swirled that he might even stay the night at the accommodations provided by the Hatfields.

Setting his drink down, Max caught Lillian’s persistent gaze. The corners of his mouth tilted ever so slightly, his dark lashes casting shadows over enigmatic eyes. Her heart raced at his aloof demeanor, her voice catching in her throat, “Max, are you planning to stay at the estate tonight?”

Max raised an eyebrow, lightly chuckled, and nodded, as if extending an unspoken invitation. He originally had no intention of staying, but now he wanted to. He was looking forward to tonight’s drama, hoping not to be disappointed.

Lillian’s hopes soared at his nod. She leaned in, only to be interrupted by a businessman eager to discuss a deal. With a sigh, she retreated to her brother Cameron, clutching her drink with barely contained excitement. “Cameron, you said you’d help me, right? He’s staying over, and he told me. Does that mean something?”

Her cheeks flushed with anticipation. She had even ordered a set of custom, sensuous nightwear, determined to win Max over.

Seeing her expression, Cameron felt a bitter taste in his mouth. “I’ve made arrangements, Lillian, but remember, this is Max. If you upset him…”

“Cameron, didn’t you see? He was talking to me. He doesn’t dislike me. If I can successfully get pregnant, I’m sure I can marry him.”

“But there’s Alivia…”

Lillian scoffed, “Max never acknowledged Alivia. That’s just media speculation. Even if they were to marry, it’s a long way off. I just need to catch his eye first, and I’ve won. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Cameron immediately fell silent. He had no principles when it came to Lillian.

Lillian’s triumphant smile grew. Her gaze kept flickering to Max, wishing she could stick to him like gum on his shoe.

After concluding his discussion, Max sipped the drink handed to him by a waiter and immediately sensed something amiss. The off–taste was a telltale sign of tampering, though amateurish compared to what he had experienced abroad. Nonetheless, in a country with strict drug regulations, this was a bold move.

He didn’t set the drink down but casually swirled it, casting a glance towards Cameron and Lillian, who appeared tense. He drank a few more sips before placing the glass down.

A staff member from the Hatfields approached to escort him upstairs for rest. He followed, leaving the gathering behind, heading to a separate building where all the guests‘ accommodations were, with him

alone on the top floor.

As the elevator doors closed, the heat rose within him, reminiscent of a past experience overseas that ended up as a juicy tidbit for Dustin to entertain Brielle with.

Perfect. This would only enhance the act.

The people from the Hatfield family stood beside him. Facing his calm demeanor, they also softened their tone. “Mr. Dorsey, do you find the surroundings to your liking? It’s serene here. and with the Hatfield security, it’s quite safe. Patrick discussed this with us before, but we didn’t expect you to come in person today.”

Max rubbed his temple, feigning weariness, “The environment is decent. Discuss the rest with Patrick.”

Sammuel nodded, ensuring the nearby bodyguard received his instructions. “Make sure no one disturbs Mr. Dorsey’s rest tonight. Keep an eye on the other floors as well.”

The bodyguard acknowledged the order.

As Sammuel stepped into the elevator, he couldn’t help but reiterate, “Especially those women. of ill repute, keep a close watch, and report any issues immediately.”