Chapter 263
Weighed down by a heavy heart, she strode out of the grand hall and made her way back
to the car, handing the room key over to Tiffanie.
Catching the key. Tiffanie thumped her chest confidently and proclaimed, “Leave it to me.
Then, turning her gaze to Mason with a sudden softness in her voice, she cooed, “Mason,
how about you spend the night with me, huh?”
Mason furrowed his brows and shoved her face away. “Just focus on driving, will you?”
Tiffanie let out a chuckle, blew him a kiss, and swiveled the steering wheel.
Brielle settled into the back seat and, witnessing this exchange, felt a vein in her forehead
might just pop. She wondered how far their relationship had evolved and whether she
should spill the beans about them.
When the car pulled up to Pearl Estate, Brielle bit her lip in hesitation. Mason caught the
look on her face and raised an eyebrow, “Got something on your mind?”
Tiffanie’s gaze followed Mason’s, and Brielle managed a strained smile. “It’s nothing. I’ll
treat you to dinner for handling this, okay?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTiffanie nodded and glanced at Aubree in the rearview mirror. “Aubree, you need a lift?”
Being from the same circles. Tiffanie was well–acquainted with Aubree, who had heard
plenty about her as well. Aubree glanced at Brielle’s leg, considering staying to keep her
company. but Brielle shook her head, “Don’t worry. I’m fine on my own.”
So Aubree stayed put..
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As the evening approached, the streetlights along the sidewalk flickered on. Max lounged
on the couch, gazing out the window at the cityscape bathed in gentle, flickering light, like
a trembling mirror.
The phone rang, and as he recognized the name flashing on the screen, he sighed, not
having expected the call so soon. With a respectful tone, he answered, “Father.
There was silence on the other end, just the sound of breathing that seemed to press
against the screen, creating a tense atmosphere. After a long pause, Michael finally let out
a sigh. “Max, give me a reason.”
Michael had been a force in the underworld for many years. He had suspected the puppet
master behind it all when he heard Spencer had vanished, last seen near a hotel owned by
the Dorsey family. To have someone disappear without a trace from the surveillance of a
Dorsey International hotel meant only one person could be behind it–Max, his most
favored son.
Max was the one hiding Spencer, and he needed a reason.
Max tapped his fingers lightly on the couch, his voice steady. “Father, you once taught me
that
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the head of the Dorsey family doesn’t need a reason to take down someone.”
Michael had risen to power through ruthless actions and a cold heart. He had always seen
potential in Max, who seemed to lack the emotions common to most people.
That was similar to his younger self–such a person could lead the Dorsey family to new
heights. Hence, he had left Max with those words.
He needed a successor who was calm, cold–blooded, and detached. Max had done well,
very
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Michael’s mood shifted from morose to almost jovial in an instant, even letting out a
hearty laugh. Max, still nonchalant, just fiddled with the phone, unaffected by the shift in
emotion.
After a few seconds, Michael exhaled in contentment. “But the kid is your nephew, after
all. If he’s stepped out of line, a lesson or two would be enough.”
“Father, I am aware. I won’t harm him.”
“Good. I’ll leave this matter to you, Max. I trust you. Don’t disappoint me.”
The last sentence was a warning.
Though Michael had stepped back from the seat of power years ago, his influence
remained strong. Max pressed his lips together in silence, ended the call, and rubbed his
brow.
He could never let his father discover that it was for Brielle that he detained Spencer. In
Michael’s eyes, Max could confront someone over power or even money, but never over a
woman.
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