Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle felt like she was running out of air as if someone had a vice-like grip around her throat.

Max didn't seem angry with her. He was just stating a fact, but it still sent a shiver down her spine.

She even wanted to bolt, to find a quiet corner somewhere to catch her breath.

"Brielle, if you're feeling wiped, you should head back and hit the hay," Max suggested.

Before she could muster a response, he spoke up. The subtext was clear: they both needed a moment to cool their jets.

Brielle stood up, her body stiff as a board. She wanted to say a million things, but what would they be?

Could she convince Max of her innocence?

She put herself in Max's shoes and knew her words must have crossed a line for him.

Now, Max seemed set on taking down the Fox family, working overtime to find something, anything to prove she wasn't one of them - all to extricate her from this mess. Meanwhile, Brielle was busy making excuses for James. No wonder Max was steamed. Neither of them was at fault. It was always the same tragic tune - whenever they hit a snag, it turned out nobody was to blame.

Without another word, Brielle left the place. It felt like her feet were encased in lead, and it felt as if she was hauling a ton with every step.

Patrick was waiting for her outside, and seeing her out of sorts, he took the initiative to drive her back to the Premier Palace.

blank slate all the way

take it easy for the next few days. Mr. Max has been up all night waiting for news, and now, Ms. Martha was likely to become a

at the Premier Palace, she felt utterly

which eventually stopped. Based on what she'd heard from Max, the police must

onto the couch, Brielle felt utterly

no ties to the Fox family, James was still paying the price

name yet, was Brielle

over her, her eyes brimming with tears. She was always the type to tackle things head-on and rarely leaned on others, so

someone with a heart of gold had suffered because of

sher

she claimed James had a heart of gold, who would buy that?

bitterly, half-wishing she had never set

she hadn't and just passively accepted everything laid out for

seem down. How about I whip

Wesley, I don't feel

After receiving the information about James, she had to dig into

needed to see the places where he collected his dues. So, she

melting pot of society, but the street was clean. Despite the crowded storefronts, it

James, the shopkeepers were eager

yeah, he's a big guy, can