Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Everett felt a wave of relief wash over him after giving Victoria a beating. He glanced coldly at her crumpled form on the ground, snorted, and retraced his steps.

He still had to head over to Unicorn Corporation today. Mason, who was a big shot there now, could easily set him up with a respectable job.

Ever since the Dorsey family took control of his life, his social life had been in shambles. Every time he tried to catch up with friends, Victoria would blow up his phone, turning him into the butt of everyone's jokes. They all said he was Victoria's lapdog. The constant pressure made him fantasize about tearing Victoria apart. But that would spell trouble for him too, so he settled for leaving her half-dead.

Victoria lay curled up on the ground, too weak to get up but still staring at him.

"Don't go, Everett. Please don't leave me," she begged.

Everett didn't even bother to listen. He walked away with long strides.

When he arrived at Unicorn Corporation, he called Mason, who came down to meet him.

Mason was a familiar face around Unicorn Corporation, especially after his recent interview on Wall Street. The young women in the office blushed at the sight of him.

Everett felt quite pleased with this scene.

"Son, you're not getting any younger. If you like someone, you should go for it. All the execs your age are still single, and the competition is fierce. Now that you know Brielle, you have a direct line to some of North America's elite families. You could choose from the debutantes. That way, we can walk tall wherever we go."

The folks back in Beaconsfield, who mocked him for being Victoria's lapdog, would surely be shocked.

Just the thought brought Everett immense satisfaction.

But Mason only pressed the elevator close button with a detached air.

"I'm not interested in dating right now."

Everett breathed a sigh of relief. Anything was better than getting tangled up with someone like Tiffanie, which would have been his undoing.

Mason arranged a decent job for Everett with a high salary. Everett was quite satisfied, standing tall and proud.novelbin

But Mason wasn't interested in lingering. After setting everything up, he returned to his office.

Sitting at his desk, Mason glanced at his phone. Lewis had sent a message, asking how he was feeling.

Remembering the hassle he caused Lewis the night before, Mason invited him for dinner. Lewis raised an eyebrow but didn't decline.

After work, Mason grabbed his coat and headed out. Everett, curious, asked where he was going.

"To meet a friend," Mason replied, his patience thinning.

"Which friend? Son, you're in a different league now. You should avoid questionable company. One wrong move could ruin everything." Mason took a deep breath and explained, "A friend who's about to start research at an institute."

Hearing "research institute" eased Everett's mind.

"Alright then, go ahead."

Lately, Mason had been working overtime almost daily, surprising everyone at the company.

The other executives breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing their sore arms.

"Has Mason gone mad with all this overtime? We've hit our targets for the next six months. Even Mr. Haywood told him to take it easy during their last video call

"He's working so hard, I feel guilty leaving early. My eyes are nearly blind from the strain. Thank goodness he's leaving on time today. I'm heading straight to bed."

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"I'm off to sleep too. I feel like I'm floating."

The young executives, peers in age to Mason, rubbed their weary eyes and filed into the elevator, eager for some rest.

Meanwhile, Mason had arrived at the restaurant where he and Lewis had agreed to meet.

Lewis initially stood to offer a formal handshake but decided against it and remained seated. "Sorry for the trouble last night, Lewis."

Lewis smiled, "Is the overtime at the company that bad?"

Mason massaged his temples, "It's self-imposed. We've got a lot on our plate."

"You should drink less. Just yesterday, I treated a patient with a perforated stomach from drinking too much. She also had severe depression but refused to see a doctor. After dinner, I got a call from the hospital. Despite her condition, she checked herself out alone."

Mason wasn't particularly interested in the patient Lewis mentioned, but out of courtesy, he responded.

"Doesn't she care about her life at all?"