Chapter 595

She had no worries; as long as Mr. Spencer showed up at the company, her situation was bound to improve. After all, she was Mr. Spencer’s girl, and Spencer would surely have her back.

However, to everyone’s surprise, it wasn’t Spencer who got the director’s chair, but William’s son, Antonio.

Spencer had been doing nothing but drowning his sorrows in booze, neglecting his work like it was a dirty shirt. Michael had given him a final deadline, but Spencer had ended up in the hospital just in time.

Seizing the opportunity, William played his cards right in front of Michael, and the position that should have been Spencer’s ended up with his son.

Now, William and his son were both in the corridors of power at Dorsey International, occupying top positions. Ryan and his family were either kicked out of Beaconsfield or stripped of their duties, completely out of the game. As for Victoria, what storm could that lovesick woman possibly stir up?

William’s eyes twinkled with mirth, confident that Dorsey International would be theirs once Max was out of the picture.

He looked at Michael earnestly. “Dad, I think Spencer’s still hung up on Brielle, and that’s why he’s in such distress. You know, Brielle’s gotten mixed up with Max, and, well, if Max ends up like Spencer because of her, then Dorsey International might just-”

“Max won’t.” Michael’s tone was cool and ominous as he sat with a few cups of coffee before him.

“Spencer has had a silver spoon in his mouth since birth and can’t handle adversity. But Max has had a different upbringing. The Dorsey family won’t give Spencer another dime. If he wants to self–destruct, he’ll have to fend for himself. And you tell Victoria that once the medical bills are paid, she’s not to give Spencer anything else. Otherwise, I won’t look out for Everett anymore.” Michael had made up his mind.

William’s smile deepened. “I’ll pass on the message. And about Max…” He was eager to drive a wedge between the two, especially since Michael was already thwarting Brielle and Max. If he could just add fuel to the fire, maybe even get Michael to take Brielle out of the equation, Max’s fiery temper would surely not let things lie.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. Max doesn’t need your meddling.” Michael’s voice was heavy, and he sipped his coffee with deliberate calm. “If you’re as restless as your exiled brother, you’ll meet the same fate.”

William’s face turned sour, but he managed to keep his composure, barely. “Dad, I’m just concerned about Max. After all, he’s my brother.”

Family ties in the Dorsey family were a joke. In the face of immense profit, everything else was trivial.

10:21 Michael’s eyes glinted with resolve. “Max is my son. I have ways to deal with him. No matter how far he goes or how high he flies, I still hold the strings.”

William was taken aback, uncertain about Michael’s implication. Did Michael have another ace up his sleeve?

Michael had long ago stepped back from the Dorsey family’s dealings, entrusting everything to Max.

Max had managed the family’s affairs impeccably from abroad, especially Dorsey International, which had soared under his leadership. Michael seemed to be out of the loop, but who knew if he had other forces at his command?

With Michael’s extensive experience in the business world, such a statement forced William to be extra cautious.

Michael’s message was clear: if Max lost control, he had a way to handle him. So all William had to do was sit back, occasionally stoke the flames, and avoid drawing their ire.

“Dad, I understand. I’ll be on my way then.”

After getting Michael’s nod, William left the Dorsey family estate. Back at his own place, a young man was waiting for him, his son, Antonio.

Antonio, dressed in a sharp grey suit, meticulously cleaned his fingertips with a handkerchief, wiping away the bloodstains bit by bit. The servants in the villa kept their heads down, careful not to cross either of them.

Both had tempers like a summer storm. One wrong word could get you fired–or worse. To them, solving a problem was just a matter of money, even if it meant someone’s life.

“Dad, did you secure it? Can I head over to Dorsey International now?”

“Yep, your grandfather has handed you the position. As for that waste of space, Spencer, he’ll soon be cut off from all his cards. Michael’s made it clear: let him fend for himself from now on.”

Antonio snorted with derision, taking a swig of red wine from the table. “What skills does he have to fend for himself? All he’s learned over the years is how to have affairs with women. He’s nothing but a