Chapter 549


    ex thought about it. The more his mouth purkereri as if he had just bitten into a


    handful of nour lemons


    #took a Herculean effort not to swing by Ster Stage Entertainment outside of work ours He closed his


    eyes and regted his breathing in short, controtted bursts it’s fine.” he thought. He was still Brielle’s


    favorite, even if her fondness wasn’t exactly profound.


    Patrick, observing Max’s furrowed brow, couldn’t help but interject. “Mr. Dorsey, Mr. Michael called. He


    said that Spencer’s wedding is set for two days from now, but you can’t bring Ms. Belle along. If you do,


    you may as well not attend yourself”


    Michael’s stance was crystal clear, he would not acknowledge Brielle as his daughter–inw within the


    next six months. As for what happens after that, it would depend on Brielle’s achievements.


    Currently, Brielle was tied up with the mess at Ster Stage Entertainment. If she wanted to make a


    name for herself, she’d have to hustle, which meant spending even less time with Max. Max was a


    busy man, entangled in a web ofmitments. Throw in the overseas. acquisitions, and he was bound


    to be even busier than before. Any slight misunderstanding could be a thom in their rtionship.


    Max’s eyes fluttered open. “Then I’m not going.”


    Patrick, surprised by Max’s curt reply, paused before adding another piece of news. “Ms. Martha has


    been calling repeatedly, insisting you meet with her today, no matter what.”


    It was undoubtedly about Brielle again. For the first time, Max felt the gnawing irritation. known as


    annoyance. “Keep me updated on her condition,” he said, signaling he had no intention of visiting.


    Patrick hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Alright.”


    After Patrick left, Max leaned back in his chair, his eyelids heavy with fatigue. He was well aware of his


    father’s intentions: to exhaust him with pressure from all sides so that his feelings for Brielle would


    wane.


    To Michael, their affection seemed superficial, akin to amon cold that would vanish quietly without


    much intervention.


    Did Max even understand what love was? He didn’t know.


    Michael knew his son better than anyone else. He had purposely thrown Brielle into the entertainment


    industry, a ce teeming with handsome men, convinced that she would eventually be seduced by


    beauty and power. Even if she was faithful to Max now, what about the future?


    With no clear vision of whaty ahead and faced with such a merciless reality, how much confidence


    could they possibly have?


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    Max rubbed his temples, then heard his office door open. Someone walked in without


    knocking


    “Mr. Dorsey.” Sydney mimicked Brielle’s tone deliberately, her voice calm and steady. “These are the


    documents you’ll need for this afternoon.” She ced them on the desk, her gaze lingering greedily on


    Max.


    Max’s expression darkened. “Out.


    Sydney nched, but her eyes still clung to him with a mixture of defiance and desire.


    Max didn’t even nce at her, his attention fixed on the papers. Sydney clenched her teeth. “Ms.


    Haywood stopped by the office this morning to wrap up her work. I thought Mr. Spencer would be


    returning, so I called him, but he didn’t pick up. In my haste, I forgot to knock.”


    She kept her tone light, wearing a subtle fragrance that she hoped would appeal to him. The money


    she had siphoned from Spencer was enough for afortable life, but Alivia’s arrival shattered all her


    pride. Money wasn’t enough; power was essential. Someday, she would crush Alivia and her haughty


    demeanor.


    She had to win over Max. He liked her type, didn’t he? She could y the part. As long as Brielle


    stayed away from Dorsey International, Max’s attention would eventually turn to her.


    “I said, out.” Max had no interest in deciphering her thoughts, unwilling to waste his time.


    Sydney took a deep breath, her smile strained. “I’ll leave right after I say this. I found something in Ms.


    Haywood’s office, something I was going to toss, but then I thought I should bring it to you.”


    She pulled out a ck rosary, her voice earnest. “I don’t know if this belongs to Ms. Haywood or you,


    sir. The janitor almost threw it away, but luckily, I found it.”


    Max’s pupils shrank, and his grip on the documents tightened..