Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

The Fox clan was released the very next day. Brielle didn't go to pick them up in person. She simply had the officers relay the message about their daughter.

Kingston, who had been cautiously messaging Brielle with such care before, didn't dare to mess around anymore now that his family was back together. He returned home with his wife and son, their tails between their legs, not attempting any further contact with Brielle. James seemed to have some conscience left. The first thing he did after getting out was to reach out to a media outlet, earnestly clarifying that Brielle was the daughter of the Fox family. The story blazed across the internet for a morning but didn't really stir up much of a storm.

However, within the social circles of Beaconsfield, the hottest gossip was that Brielle and Max had broken up.

Some clapped their hands with glee as if Brielle had finally gotten her comeuppance.

The high society ladies couldn't wait to set off fireworks in celebration. They had always said that once Max got bored, he'd kick her to the curb. After all, wasn't Brielle just an orphan with no parents? Keeping her around was just for a bit of excitement, nothing more. "Serves her right! Once a tramp, always a tramp. She's destined to wallow in the mire."

"Poor thing was tossed aside and had no choice but to swallow her pride."

"Ha, being by Max's side for so long was her biggest stroke of luck. Max, the unattainable rose, remains just that."

Max didn't see any of these comments. He had spent the whole night on the sofa at Premier Palace, and everyone there knew better than to approach him.

As dawn broke, he stood up, grabbed his laptop nearby, and looked like he was heading to work.

Patrick hurried over to him. "Sir, your pants..."

Max's eyes narrowed, and only then did he glance down at his suit pants, still dirty with yesterday's cemetery mud, his shoes caked with it.

"Maybe you should take the day off."

Patrick had seen the rumors about the boss and Ms. Brielle breaking up.

"No need."

Max showered, changed into a fresh outfit, and then headed down to Dorsey International. Patrick followed, though he didn't dare speak along the way.

Max seemed the same as ever, but Patrick felt that he was even colder, more silent than before.

When they arrived at the top floor of Dorsey International, Max glanced at the quarter's project list, his brow slightly furrowed, though it was unclear what he was thinking. Patrick refrained from reminding him that he was holding the project list upside down.

When Annie walked in, she could feel the oppressive atmosphere. She looked at Patrick, who simply motioned for her to leave. Then he left as well, and Annie touched his shoulder.

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"What's going on? Max seems off today."

"He and Ms. Brielle split up."

Shock flitted through Annie's eyes. She hadn't played all her cards yet, and these two had already split.

"Didn't he really like Ms. Brielle?"

"It was Ms. Brielle who wanted the breakup."

Annie's eyes narrowed, a cold sneer hidden deep within. So, now that Brielle was alone and vulnerable, maybe it was time to go after her face.

Annie had always been irked by

Brielle's face, which was eerily

similar to her own, stirring discomfort within her. She truly

desired to torment Brielle until she

was unrecognizable.

Only then would the sight of that face stop bothering Annie. Annie had been hiding out in Dorsey International for so long, which was a constant irritation.

A slight smirk played on Annie's lips, her eyes filled with mischief.

She thought it was time to have someone mar Brielle's face, to slice it off with a knife. Then Brielle would be a faceless monster.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The mere thought excited Annie, sparks dancing in her eyes.

But to Patrick, she appeared silent.

Back in the office.

Max blinked, finally letting the words on the paper sink into his mind. He turned the project list right side up and noticed there were no entertainment-related projects listed.

Dorsey International's initial

acquisition of Stellar Stage

Entertainment had been impulsive,

with no real intention to dive into the

entertainment industry.

Consequently, the details of the

Stellar Stage Entertainment project

had never really made it to his desk.

Max pursed his lips, lowered his lashes, and rubbed his temples.

Meanwhile, the sanatorium called with a grim update. Martha was critical.

"Max, I'm sorry. Ms. Martha was in the ICU, and after her episode with Ms. Brielle, she is now barely holding on. Please prepare for the worst. It could be a matter of days."

Max listened to the doctor's words, feeling as if he couldn't utter a single syllable. After a long pause, he replied with a raspy voice, "Okay."