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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 proimed, “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 rtionship 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?”
Tiffanie nodded and nced 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 nced at Brielle’s leg, considering staying to keep herpany. 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 shing 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,st seen near a hotel owned by the Dorsey family.
To have someone disappear without a trace from the surveince 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 tock the emotionsmon to most people.
That was simr 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 sessor who was calm, cold–blooded, and detached. Max had done well, very
well up to this point..
Michael’s mood shifted from morose to almost jovial in an instant, even letting out a heartyugh. Max,
still nonchnt, 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.”
Thest 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.