Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

For decades, the Dorsey family ruled Beaconsfield, but in a jaw-dropping twist, their empire, Dorsey International, was suddenly bought out!

Just as the Dorsey family was making waves with scandal after scandal, who would've thought it was all leading up to their company being taken over?

Everyone was buzzing with the same question: Who's the mysterious CEO behind Dream Tech Designs? And why did they want Dorsey International?

Brielle, listening to the TV host's rapid-fire questions, felt an overwhelming urge to shout from the rooftops-it was Max, the man who could always pull off the impossible. She was ecstatic, but also deeply anxious. Proud of him, yet filled with worry.

An audible gasp from the TV host cut through the tension.

"Dream Tech Designs' financial reports have always been impressive, and their CEO has kept a low profile. This sudden takeover of Dorsey International has everyone desperate to unmask the mastermind. And just now, it's been revealed-Dream Tech Designs' CEO is Max!"

Aubree had been dozing on Brielle's shoulder. Last night, after Brielle fell asleep, she stayed awake, fearing what the crowd might do to them in the dead of night. Being alert, she could at least warn Brielle. Now, half-awake, she heard Max's name and groggily lifted her head.

"What's up with Max?"

"He's taken over Dorsey International."

"Oh."

Aubree sank back into sleep, only to jolt upright moments later like a goose with its neck wrung.

"What?! Max took over Dorsey International?!"

Their eyes were still covered, relying only on the dramatic TV report.

Brielle nodded, "Yep."

Having grown up in Beaconsfield, Aubree had seen Dorsey International's glory days firsthand. But in such a short span?

Less than two weeks since Max left Dorsey International, and now he's the new owner?

Her mind was a whirlwind of shock and determination. No matter what lay ahead, she was resolved to protect Brielle.

Brielle turned her focus to the television, listening intently.

"Nobody saw it coming, that Max was the brain behind DreamTech Designs. And to think, DreamTech Designs has only been around for a decade, meaning Max founded it when he was just sixteen, right at the start of his Wall Street journey. Now, reporters are swarming Dorsey International's doorstep, eager to hear from Max, who's remained out of sight since the media storm."

"Rumor has it Antonio threw a massive tantrum. The top-floor office is trashed, and journalists caught his angry exit on camera."

Hearing this, Brielle's lips curled into a frosty smirk.

Antonio's stint as CEO of Dorsey International had lasted just a single day.

The excitement he showed yesterday had turned into today's fury and humiliation.

Yesterday he was confidently addressing the press, listing all of Max's supposed wrongdoings, convinced that Max was the one who had brought the Dorsey family to its knees.

But Max had proven, with sheer might, that he was beyond the Dorseys-that taking over Dorsey International was child's play for him.

The internet exploded with chatter,

the consensus clear-Max is still

Max, his, throne unshaken. He never left his pedestal, simply uninterested in the petty squabbles below

In fact, his pedestal now seemed higher, sturdier than ever.

The sixteen-year-old who founded Dream Tech Designs had become a titan in artificial intelligence. While the Dorseys tore each other apart he simply walked away, then returned like a deity amidst the chaos.

Recalling Antonio's mockery during yesterday's press conference, calling Max a fallen man, today's dramatic twist was nothing short of a slap in the face. Antonio must be kicking himself for holding that conference.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

As smug as he was then, he was now equally embarrassed and disgraced.

The shortest reign in Dorsey International history, even shorter than William's one-week stint.

Just one day-a single day.

An absolute farce!

Everyone laughed at the Dorseys, jeering at Antonio.

A deluge of opinions and mockery nearly drove Antonio to madness.

All his cunning plans had led to this.

How could it be?

Hadn't the gentleman promised to help him?