Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 375

Simon’s phone rang with the shrill urgency of a siren in the sterile hush of the hospital ward.

Brielle, quick as a flash, killed the livestream and made her exit through another corridor.

Simon hit the answer button. A voice, cold and detached, seeped through the speaker.

“Idiot, someone’s been streaming from your sickbay.”

A chill ran through Simon’s spine. He frantically searched the room and even peered outside the door but found no one.

Restlessness took him hostage as he recalled his recent words–had they all been broadcasted live?

Damn it, who could it be?!

By that time, Brielle had already left the hospital. Her stream was anonymous and brief, but the captured moments were already spreading like wildfire online, igniting discussions and debates. Within half an hour, everyone who had been spewing venomous words saw the video. Simon’s true, ugly colors were laid bare for all to see.

Brielle hadn’t anticipated stumbling upon such a revealing conversation. She thought disarming these two pawns would take more effort, but it turned out to be a windfall.

Monitoring the online chatter, she saw the focus of gossip shift to Simon and Sue, giving her a moment to breathe.

Reaching the curbside, Brielle hailed a cab. Just as she was about to give the driver the address, she saw Simon bursting out of the hospital entrance, speaking frantically on the phone. Too far to hear the words, she simply leaned back and said, “Please take me to Pearl Estate.”

Her request was cut short by a violent crash and the collective screams of onlookers.

Her heart skipped a beat. Sitting upright, she witnessed the horror – Şimon, who was just beside the road moments ago, was now a lifeless, bloodied heap..

of color. Nurses poured out of the hospital, but it was clear–Simon was beyond help, reduced to nothing more

use, held no value to the

to echo in Brielle’s ears, a

would buy

in his

a piece

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maybe you should get checked out. What a tragedy to have an accident right outside a

just drive to Pearl Estate. Thank you,” Brielle’s voice was hoarse as she spoke, turning to see Sue emerging from the hospital, her cries

genuine, unlike her performance at Dorsey International. A husband lost was a true cause for grief, but the loss

her eyes, Brielle had to admit, albeit reluctantly, that she was losing

had been steeped in power since birth, to whom the lives of the ordinary

once he became useless. Simon’s

couldn’t commit such

nor the Grim Reaper; she had no right to

she

Sue’s screams still pierced the air as if threatening to

The plight of being a small player in a grand game was heavy on her heart. She’s fearful of becoming the next Sarah or Simon.

realized

Estate, she wearily

mug in hand. The room was filled

aroma.