Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 56

Brielle’s face was pale as she pulled out her smartphone, aiming it at Dustin’s face to start recording.

“Mr. Lynch, I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t desperate to stay alive. A man of your stature surely wouldn’t stoop to quarrel with the likes of me, right? Just promise you won’t come after me again, and I won’t release this video of a woman flipping you over her shoulder.”

Dustin couldn’t help but laugh, still pondering the strength of her move, “You’ve trained?”

Brielle nodded, “Fourth-degree black belt.”

“Not bad.”

Brielle was taken aback, unable to fathom what was going through this man’s mind. Was he actually complimenting her?

She saved the video, no longer pinning Dustin down with her knee. Dustin’s shirt was drenched, and just then his phone started buzzing.

Standing aside, Brielle watched as his fingers deftly played with the gun, his whole demeanor casual and detached. In his eyes, human lives seemed as insignificant as dust. “Andrew, you’ve arrived?”

Whatever the response was, Dustin, after hanging up, began to walk out of the alley. Halfway through, he paused and turned back to glance at Brielle, “You know him?”

Brielle didn’t reply, hearing him continue, “Your eyes reacted when I mentioned Andrew’s name.”

She wanted to deny knowing him. After all, both Andrew and Dustin were after her life. But Dustin didn’t wait for her refusal, abruptly grabbing her wrist and heading straight for the black car parked nearby.

black stretch Bugatti shimmered

him, a man exuding an aura of austerity pinched a piece of paper

Michael

“The Ten Divine Panes.”

The scroll was the

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needed

appeared in auctions before. It was the work of a

outside. Two blurred figures approached through the

regular in the social circles of Beaconsfield and was unfamiliar to them. It was unexpected that he would join Andrew

were even more intricate than the Beaconsfield set, and Dustin, notorious in

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both after

certainly fight for Tessa, as in the past/most of these valuable items would end

but not every woman is worth splurging

estimates, would fetch around eighty

the

tried to shake off Dustin’s grip, but he seemed intent on holding on tightly. Once they were seated in the more subdued Mulsanne, Dustin called Andrew

with

far in front, and naturally,

agreed to meet at the auction, but now, soaked to the skin,

We’ll meet at the auction and then you can fill

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