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.”

his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Max will act.

Brielle might…”

brightly lit distance, his eyes shimmering with a hidden dance

alone sharing one’s happiness and grief with another. This was even more challenging when that person was Max. Max was undoubtedly more composed and

less likely. So we wait.” He swirled the wine in his glass, a sly smile creeping across his lips, “When the time comes, we’ll just have to make things a tad more

last flowers he sent weren’t to her liking. It’s time to try something different.

of the glass, a sharp glint flitting across his eyes, then vanishing as quickly as it came, replaced

witnessing his smile, felt a shiver run down their spine.

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net. Instead, he watched

was he waiting for? No

a mask from the butler before heading to the underground casino. This was his realm, a hub for

visage, the crowd parted, greeting him with reverence. His thinly

elites‘ favorite gambling den was a place of heaven or hell with just a thought, all at the whim of the noble young man surrounded by

and sat down, beckoning with a

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

of such a character

like fish on a chopping block, ready for