Chapter 272

“Hello?” Max’s voice, raspy with exhaustion, filtered through the phone as he rubbed the bridge. of his nose, sitting in his car. “Who’s this?”

It seemed he hadn’t saved Aubree’s number after their last call. Aubree’s nose twitched with irritation.

“Mr. Dorsey, it’s Aubree.”

Max’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. He’d just picked up a group of executives from overseas at the airport and had meetings lined up every day. His schedule was packed, and he hadn’t planned on getting involved with Brielle again.

But now. Brielle’s friend was on the line.

His fingers tugged at the tie around his neck, as if loosening it would make breathing easier, would soothe the restlessness within him. “What’s up?” He managed to keep his tone controlled, not too eager.

Aubree snorted sarcastically as she sat down on a nearby chair. “I thought you were different from Andrew, Mr. Dorsey. Guess I was wrong.”

“Aubree, cut to the chase. Don’t beat around the bush.”

“Bri’s in the hospital.”

Max straightened up instantly. Brielle had just left the hospital. How could she be….

But then he remembered the lies she had told and the bubbling emotions in his eyes cooled. “So?”

The casualness in his voice made Aubree pause, then she laughed bitterly. She wondered why she was even calling Max. If he could be friends with someone like Andrew, what kind of man could Max be? Brielle had been blinded by illusions before.

Men are all the same.

“Never mind, I won’t bother you, Mr. Dorsey. I’ll take care of Bri.”

Max stared at the disconnected call, his lashes drooping after a long while before asking Patrick in the front seat. “Find out what happened to Brielle.”

As soon as the car pulled up to Premier Palace, Patrick had the information. “Sir, Ms. Brielle suffered a secondary fracture in her leg due to external force. The doctor has ordered her to be hospitalized.”

“What kind of external force?”

“Miranda from the Haywood family and Catherine from Kingston Enterprises had a confrontation with Ms. Brielle. She was kicked in the leg and had coffee spilled on her head before being taken to the hospital by Aubree.”

Patrick’s response was calm, but the temperature in the living room seemed to plummet, the air Chapter 27:

turning into icy shards.

Max played with the black beads on his wrist, his eyes frosting over.

After Patrick finished his report, he tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, waiting for further instructions.

Max looked up and chuckled coldly. “Kingston Enterprises is in the bidding list, aren’t they? Kick them out.”

Kingston Enterprises had made it to the final list after a tough competition, only to be easily. usurped by the runner–up due to this incident.

Max’s eyes were full of coldness. The Haywood family was troubling Brielle again, “Speed things up with the Haywood family. And as for the one in jail, don’t let her out.”

The one in jail was Lillian. Without Max’s intervention, the Haywood family would have settled Lillian’s matter with money long ago.

“Understood, I’m on it.”

After Patrick responded, he paused, then added. “Sir, there’s another force targeting the Haywood family. They’ve been entrenched in Beaconsfield for years, with quite deep roots. This new player is causing them to fall faster, but we can’t find out who it is yet.”

Another force?

Max’s brow furrowed. The Haywood family had been successful for years, even connected to the Dorsey family. Who would target them in the shadows, especially at this crucial moment?

Max glanced at his rosary, flicking it with his finger. “Find out who it is.”

Patrick nodded, respectfully asking. “Should we take action?”

“No need. A fox always shows its tail.”

After Patrick left, Max’s finger lingered on the rosary, the chill seeping through his skin, unable to extinguish the spark rising within him.

He found himself eager to contact Brielle and find out how she was doing. He picked up his phone, hesitated for a few minutes, then slowly put it down again. He had never been so torn.

Her leg should be okay, right? A secondary fracture must hurt, but she’d be fine with proper hospital care.

If he’d decided to end things, he shouldn’t leave any loose ends. He was a businessman, through and through. He should know this was an unprofitable investment.

Max closed his eyes again, yet despite his thoughts, he still arranged for the hospital to watch over Brielle, to ensure no more accidents.

Actions betray the heart, and he didn’t understand this was something called affection.