Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Late at night, after Brielle had fallen asleep, Max slipped into the study.

Patrick was already there, waiting, holding a thick folder packed with everything they could dig up on Brielle. Her past, her whereabouts-anything that might give them a lead.

She had spent her early years in an orphanage until she was ten, then was taken in by the Haywoods. Her life after that was a blur of exams and school days, nothing out of the ordinary.

But she was never really free. There were always people watching-Mark from the orphanage and possibly others hiding in the shadows. They wanted to keep her life on a tight leash, making sure Brielle was like a bird trapped in a golden cage in Beaconsfield, never flying free.

She had spent almost her entire life in Beaconsfield, except for a stint abroad as an exchange student during college.

That year abroad came just after she turned eighteen, in her junior year. It was supposed to be just a year, but she stayed for fourteen months.

But the file in front of them was clearly missing pieces.

If Mark had been monitoring Brielle since she was young, erasing some of her tracks would have been a piece of cake.

So even with this report, Max couldn't be sure who might have taken Brielle for that surgery.

Max's eyes lingered on the timeline after Brielle had come of age. A surgery like that would have only been considered if there was a fear of pregnancy.

Brielle was reserved and aloof, not the type to get involved with anyone before reaching adulthood. So, it was clear that this procedure had been done after she turned eighteen.

Fourteen months abroad, and three years at Dorsey International.

The person who had taken her for that surgery had to be from within this timeframe.

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If it wasn't Michael, then who in the Dorsey clan could it be?

Max's expression was as cold as ice as he slowly set down the file.

"Speed up the acquisition process."

Patrick could feel the rage emanating from Max-it was more intense than before.

"It's already been accelerated. Michael is probably getting restless."

Max didn't respond, just stared at the documents in his hand, his brows furrowed in deep thought.

He could feel a throbbing pain in his head growing more intense with each passing moment, a pain that was becoming unbearable.

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head over to DreamTech Designs. They'll have an executive to liaise with you. You't be empowered to act. You've handled DreamTech Designs' affairs before, so you should acclimate quickly. As for Brielle, she and Mason own a company overseas, not a small one either. DreamTech Designs has provided them with considerable support quietly. I'll leave a share transfer letter. I hold forty percent of Dream Tech Designs' shares. Thirty-five percent will go to Brielle, five percent to you. I'll have the lawyers prepare the distribution.

Patrick, treat Brielle as you would me."

Patrick had been with Max for over a decade, having spent his own youth within the Dorsey household, always at Max's side, his most trusted confidant.

He knew what to do and what not to, keeping tight-lipped about matters Max wished to remain secret.

Max's willingness to give him five percent of Dream Tech Designs' shares-shares of a company worth over a hundred billion-meant Patrick could live a life of luxury for generations.

But the proposed inheritance didn't elicit joy from Patrick; instead, he felt anxiety.

It was as if Max was settling his affairs.

"Boss, I can't accept these shares. I've never been to DreamTech Designs. I've only assisted you with a few online projects. I'm not

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Taking over the reins with Ms. Brielle would only breed discontent among the higher-ups."

Moreover, Patrick genuinely hadn't known that the projects he was handling came from DreamTech Designs, He knew the boss had

other ventures but hadn't imagined it would be the renowned DreamTech

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"Patrick, Dream Tech Designs is different from Dorsey International," Max said softly, his hand massaging his temple.

"There won't be any dissatisfaction towards you."

Every executive at Dream Tech Designs had been handpicked by Max himself. Even if he handed his shares to a beggar and commanded the beggar to be the CEO, as long as it was his order, no one would object. That was the empire Max had built from scratch.

Within Dream Tech Designs, his word was law.

"Boss, Ms. Brielle would certainly prefer you by her side," Patrick said, lowering his head, but he didn't hear a response.

If next month came around and Max couldn't get his medication, his head would explode with pain, and he didn't know what the side effects would be.

Since it was a method of control concocted by Michael, there surely was no alternative but to develop a substitute for the medication.

Max had never cared about his own life or how long he would live. By the time he wanted to care, it was already too late.

"I'll stay with her, but I need a little time."

He'd endure the agony of withdrawal from the medication, ensuring there were no other side effects, then he would stay by her side, forever.