Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 364

Sarah felt her heart pounding as if it were on the verge of bursting. She glanced at the figure following her into the car and then heard the definitive “click” of the doors locking. She didn’t find it strange for a moment but looked up expectantly. “Mr. William, has Brielle crossed you too?”

There was a slight smile at the corner of William’s mouth as he reached for a handkerchief. “Hmm.”

A sparkle lit up in Sarah’s eyes, and just as she was about to say something more, the handkerchief came down swiftly, smothering her mouth and nose. Her eyes widened in shock, and she tried to struggle, but the pungent odor overwhelmed her senses, and her head felt heavy in an instant. Her attempts to fight back grew weaker by the second.

William released his grip, his expression one of distaste.

Sarah lost consciousness and slumped down limply.

William had parked cleverly. His movements were so calculated that from their conversation to the car, everything had taken place out of the surveillance cameras‘ sight. He wouldn’t have made his move otherwise. Sarah had been waiting like a sitting duck, but William was the bigger predator.

With Sarah’s newfound enmity towards Brielle and her sudden disappearance–or even possible death–Brielle would certainly not escape implication.

Trouble for Brielle meant Max would have to step in.

William sneered, nudging Sarah’s inert body with the tip of his polished shoe. She’s just a pawn of no consequence.

He took out Sarah’s phone, unlocking it with her fingerprint. Several group chats in Sarah’s WhatsApp were buzzing with activity.

He typed the words “Help me” in

at his residence. He got out and glanced at the bodyguard who had

stranger to such tasks, nodded

the handkerchief from a man at the door, wiped his fingertips clean, and then casually discarded the cloth into a trash

lips. With Sarah gone at

And Max–how would he

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then could he seize the opportunity to fish in

he could get out, he received a message. Reading the short text message, his brow furrowed. “Patrick, head over to

puzzled. Shouldn’t Brielle’s situation be the priority? Why was the boss suddenly interested

“But Ms. Brielle-”

intervene when Brielle faced trouble. But Max was no fool. Acting too

a rope, and she would climb with all her

fall away. If he treated her like a caged bird, it would be his loss.

world if it was merely kept by his side. But a mountaineer, who was used to love along the trails

glimpse of him in the rearview mirror, couldn’t guess his thoughts but he wouldn’t

stood by the window, rubbing her eyes, feeling a sense of familiarity with a car that had just passed. When