Chapter 313


    Max’s fingertips faintly stirred as he lifted his gaze. “Bradley’s gonna screw up sooner orter.” Michael


    arched an eyebrow, his tone casual. “I recall Bradley’s doing quite well for himself. He wouldn’t have


    outyed all those rivals if he wasn’t.


    “It’s just a matter of time.” Whenever Max wished for trouble, it would brew.


    Michael choked on those words, feeling an even greater headacheing on. Sometimes, talking to


    his youngest son was infuriating enough to drive a man to his grave.


    William and Ryan were all respectful and deferential, but with Max, it was always Michael who ended


    up eating humble pie.


    “Since William is so keen on this project, let him have at it. It’s just a medium–sized venture, after all.


    He’s done his fair share for Dorsey International over the years; can’t deny him this small request.”


    Michael thought back tost night when William suddenly showed up at the family mansion. dutifully


    sharing supper with him. It was only afterward that William brought up Bradley, carefully omitting the


    fact that the project was one that Max had discarded.


    What was William up to?


    Max stood, understanding that Michael was ying the peacemaker, hinting that denying this favor


    would be a slight against his elders. “This won’t set a precedent.”


    Michael lifted a hand, pressing at his brow once more. “Yeah, let your brother have his way with


    it.”


    After leaving the family mansion and getting into his car, Max’s expression darkened. William was


    aware of his ties with Brielle, but justcking any solid evidence for now.


    William saw Max abandon the partnership with Bradley, and it probably spurred him to do some


    digging, which led him to Brielle.


    But it was all spection.


    Such spection, if brought before Michael, would embarrass himself. So, William shifted tactics,


    reiming the project. This way, he could put Max in his ce.


    Not just that, but it could also sow discord between Max and Michael, and furthermore, strain Max’s


    rtionship with Brielle, stirring up trouble.


    Killing two birds with one stone.


    Max pieced together the intricate puzzle, closing his eyes. William was meticulous, clever enough this


    time not to b to Michael, but retreating as a way to advance.


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    By bringing this matter to Michael directly, Max would inevitably raise Michael’s suspicions..


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    Sooner orter, it would lead back to Brielle.


    Patrick, driving up front, noticed Max looking exhausted and couldn’t help asking. “Sir, are you worried


    about Ms. Brielle’s safety?”


    If she caught Michael’s eye, no one could guess what Michael’s would do, Given Michael’s ruthless


    tactics against Everett, Brielle wouldn’t stand a chance.


    It wasn’t just concern; Brielle had already caught William’s attention. It seemed necessary to take other


    measures. At the very least, Max couldn’t allow her to get dragged into this.


    Facing Max’s silence, Patrick knew he must’ve been pondering some issue. Patrick kept quiet.


    As the sky darkened, a tense undercurrent flowed through Beaconsfield. Those with a keen sense


    sensed the change, but outsiders remained oblivious.


    Brielle, only half in the loop, knew getting close to Max meant trouble. But having reached out to him,


    she’d braced herself for whatever mighte.


    Julian had passed away, and she’d sent the orphanage director packing. Brielle had no family in


    Beaconsfield, just a few scattered friends. Yet she hadn’t expected Max to push her away.


    She stayed in her apartment for two days, refusing to wallow in a heartache that had begun even


    before love could take root. On the third day, she decided to get out. Her leg had nearly healed. She


    could walk without a cane, but for caution’s sake, she brought it along.


    Near Pearl Estate was a charming forest park, a perfect ce for some soul–searching. As she


    stepped out of herplex, she spotted a luxury car pulling up. Out stepped a woman–Catherine.


    Catherine’s eyes turned scornful at the sight of Brielle. “Well, look who it is. Ms. Haywood.” Her tone


    dripped with sarcasm, grating on the nerves.


    Brielle stood at the curb, hailing a taxi, with no mind to engage her. Brielle leaned her cane against a


    tree trunk, and waited.


    Catherine, noticing Brielle’s indifference, twisted her nose in annoyance. Then her gazended on two


    kids passing by, likely beggars aiming to scrounge up some cash from the well–to–do residents.


    Catherine whipped out several bills, gesturing toward Brielle. “Snatch her cane, and this


    money’s yours.”