Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 292

Beneath the towering structure, fire trucks were lined up in a long procession, their bright lights piercing the night. Rumors swirled that many hadn’t made it out; the cries and wails of despair continued unabated as the building became a veritable inferno. It was all because of one woman’s jealousy.

The area was swarming with reporters, adding to the chaos.

Max got into the car, his breath visible in the cool night air. Patrick wanted to press for details about the night’s events, but he turned at the sound of Max’s voice.

“How’s Brielle doing?” Max asked as his brows knitted with concern. “I want to see the Haywood family bankrupt in tomorrow’s headlines,” he said, as if resolving a difficult decision. This would pave the way for her, and then they would be square.

He looked down, his eyelashes casting a shadow on his cheeks. “Don’t tell her,” he added quietly.

Patrick’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he hastily dialed the hospital to check in. After getting the update, he glanced in the rearview mirror. “Ms. Brielle took her medication and is resting. All’s quiet on that front.”

“Good,” Max responded. His tone sounded detached as the city lights flickered across his face. What he was thinking remained a mystery, but his silence was palpable.

Patrick was worried but didn’t dare probe further.

Meanwhile, in the hospital ward, Brielle was writhing in the grip of a high fever, sapped of all strength. When she awoke with a start the next day, she overheard nurses changing dressings. and gossiping about the fire from the night before.

“Three people perished in the blaze. Looks like arson. Some folks have just got evil in their hearts.”

catch who did it?”

woman. Her motives are unclear; the fire wasn’t at her place but

were engrossed in

in the fire. When one’s

she had dreamt of Max. Last night, she had dreamt of Julian waking with swollen eyes from crying. Gasping for air, she felt drowsy

her a meal, which she didn’t

asked

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claimed early this morning, probably by his kin,”

skipped a beat, and her lips pressed tightly together. Julian was gone, and while it was protocol to have his body rest in the morgue before cremation arrangements by

slumped back onto the bed, eyes welling

her disdain was unstoppable. Were they expecting her to

wasn’t in its usual spot. After searching around the pillow, she found it still missing. She addressed the nurses. “Have you seen my phone? I left it right here before

here on constant

placed it

If someone had been on watch, how could it vanish into thin air? Definitely,

camera. “Could you check last night’s footage?!

have been Max? But why would Max take her phone? A nagging unease settled in her heart, a