Chapter 443


    Although the media circus remained blissfully unaware, those within the inner circle had their ears filled


    with whispers and rumors about the Dorsey n. Max, the heir apparent to Dorsey International, was a


    busy man, especially with his brothers, each more conniving than thest.


    Andrew shorted with disdain, I’d have had enough of it. If I were in his shoes, I would’ve kicked out the


    whole lot of them–William, Ryan, everyst one–right out of the Dorsey family.”


    The Clements family didn’t have the same sibling rivalry, which was probably why they took in Aubree


    in the first ce. As for Andrew, his role as the heir had been carved out for him from birth, unlike the


    Dorseys‘ diatorial fight for the throne.


    Kenzo set his ss down with a clink, corners of his mouth lifting in a smirk, reminding Andrew. “Just


    don’t get on Max’s bad side by talking smack about Brielle when he shows up.”


    “How am I the one causing him grief? Isn’t he the one who can’t decide who to be with because of your


    sister?” Andrew retorted.


    Was Max being indecisive, though? That hardly seemed to fit Max.


    Max arrived promptly and, without reaching for a drink, settled into a quiet observation of the


    room’s screen.


    Andrew raised an eyebrow. The Dorsey drama must’ve really been getting to him.


    Max leaned back, eyes closing slowly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the dim light, making his striking


    features even more pronounced.


    Neither Andrew nor Kenzo disturbed him, and just as they were about to take a sip of their drinks, Max


    suddenly asked, “What do you guys think is the best way to win a woman’s heart?”


    “Cough cough!”


    “Choke!”


    Both men sputtered, with Andrew nearly crying from the shock. His ss was shaking so much that the


    drink spilled. They must have heard wrong. Was Max asking for dating advice? But no, there it was.


    Max had indeed asked the question.


    Andrew set his ss down, face serious. “Max, we men don’t chase after women’s affections.”


    Max nced at him, his response dripping with sarcasm, “And wouldn’t you have the nerve to say


    that?”


    Andrew’s face flushed, a rare sight.


    Kenzo chuckled, then sighed, “I think it’s good, actually. Max used to be too cold and unapproachable.


    Asking these questions now shows he’s more down–to–earth.”


    Andrew turned to Kenzo in disbelief. “Down–to–earth? The guy who, at sixteen, had Wall Street


    tycoons falling at his feet, bankruptingpanies left and right?”


    Kenzo just smiled, keeping silent.


    Max pursed his lips. “In Brielle’s eyes, I’m just Max, not a symbol of Wall Street, not a free a the center


    of power. She sees me as just a man.”


    Andrew scoffed. “That kind of just a man doesn’te around offen. I bet she’s just after your money.”


    Maxughed coldly. “Then why doesn’t she go after someone else’s money?


    Andrew fell silent, unable to find a retort. Why, indeed, didn’t Brielle chase after shere’s wealth?


    Dustin, a top–tier blueblood from North America, had made no secret of his affection for her. His


    pedigree was certainly no less than that of the Dorseys. If she were after money, ticke by Dustin for a


    few months could’ve given her more than she could ever dream of. Why bother with a charade with


    Max?


    Unless it was Max himself she was drawn to.


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    Brielle was too genuine for lies, too straightforward for guile. Perhaps it was affection alone that could


    tether her, and maybe all the riches in the world couldn’t hold a candle to a sweet nothing from Mac


    When she liked you, she liked you penniless. If she didn’t, mountains of gold would mean nothing to


    her.