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.”

seat, accepting a glass of red wine from the butler, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Max will act. Whether it’s the Haywood family or Kingston

Brielle might…”

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

This was even more challenging when that person was Max. Max

glass, a sly smile creeping across

sent weren’t to her liking. It’s

then vanishing as

felt a shiver

Chapter 2/3

Brielle, yet he wasn’t rushing to cast his net. Instead, he watched with a detached

for? No

from his chair, 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 hub for the affluent youth who came and went

visage, the crowd parted, greeting him with reverence. His thinly veiled smile was warm, but his eyes were cold as ice.

elites‘ favorite gambling den was a place of heaven or hell with just a thought,

down, beckoning with a

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

herself was unaware of such a character lurking

was like fish on a chopping block, ready for the