Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 273

In the depths of a subterranean pool in Beaconsfield, a man emerged from the water, droplets cascading from his chin, tracing the muscled contours of his chest, before reaching the enigmatic zone at his waist.

His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, the sculpted lines of his abdomen alluring in

their definition.

A butler, immaculate in white gloves, hurried over, bowing respectfully, extending a plush towel to the man. Taking the towel, the man began to dry his hair with a swift motion.

Someone had been waiting for him, and upon his emergence, quickly stood up, “King, things. with the Haywood family are wrapping up fast. Max’s crew isn’t pulling punches, and with our involvement, they won’t last much longer.”

The man called King chuckled but remained silent.

The report continued, “But Miss Brielle’s been hospitalized. The Haywood family are really bold, stirring trouble at a time like this. Should we keep our hands in the game?”

Wrapping the towel around his waist, King strode forward, “How bad is she hurt? Who’s behind it?”

“It’s serious, and it’s tied to the Haywood family and Kingston Enterprises.”

the butler, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Max will act. Whether it’s the Haywood family or Kingston Enterprises, he won’t stand idly

Brielle might…”

sip of wine, his gaze drifting to the brightly lit distance, his eyes shimmering with a hidden dance of light and shadow.

more challenging when that person was Max. Max was undoubtedly more composed and ruthless than the average person. Even if he could love, it wouldn’t come so

glass, a sly smile

he sent weren’t to her liking. It’s time to try

the stem of the glass, a sharp glint flitting across his eyes, then vanishing as quickly as it came, replaced by an expanding grin, “I think

his smile, felt a shiver run down their spine.

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fancied Brielle, yet he wasn’t rushing to cast his net. Instead, he watched with a detached air as storms brewed within

for? No one

King set his wine glass aside, donned an impeccable suit, and accepted a mask from the butler before heading to the underground casino. This was his realm, a

him with reverence. His thinly veiled smile was warm, but his

or hell with just a thought,

down, beckoning with a few casual flicks of his fingers.

butler nodded, whispering something into his ear, and King raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk. “Perfect, let him lose his chips.

of such a

the Haywood family was like fish on