Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

When she saw the number dialing out, she froze for a moment but didn't hang up.

She recalled the spat she'd had with Max, their communication severed by someone else's doing. The text message that came through from Aubree wasn't really Aubree. Then, it meant someone had hijacked Aubree's phone. It's the top-tier hacker Patrick had mentioned.

It seemed she had wrongfully accused Andrew last time. Maybe Andrew had indeed infected her phone with a virus, but he hadn't tried to control it.

Brielle heard a voice on the other end, but it wasn't Max's - just a jumble of noises.

She was about to speak when she felt her car falter once more. She was a long way from Pearl Estate and even farther from the bustling city center.

She and Aubree had managed to avoid being sandwiched by two cars last time, but now one of her tires had blown, making a strange noise. If the car behind kept up the chase, she would be forced to stop sooner or later. She had to save herself.

At least until Max arrived, she had to save herself.

She floored the gas pedal and glanced in the rearview mirror. Only one car was in pursuit.

With an almost robotic decisiveness, Brielle stopped the car, abandoned it, grabbed her phone, and dashed into the dense woods nearby.

The stretch of road was well-landscaped, connecting to the largest mountain in Beaconsfield. Now, under the cover of night, she could use the foliage for cover, buying herself time.

her breath forming

surmised they were confident she wouldn't get away tonight. The

the car was the smartest move. It

she tumbled down the hillside. Her phone fell to one

had vanished. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and with bloodied fingertips, she reached for her phone. Her eyes quivered, seeing that the call was still

"Max,"

next instant, the phone slipped

could only watch the light of the screen fade, blinking as

to retrieve her phone now. It had fallen into a deep ravine left over from an old road. construction

Though only superficially wounded, every movement made her face turn pale with pain. She

against her back, and she tensed

you're quite clever, but

all, it wasn't just Anniey

had also sent people. Dozens more were searching above. Even if Brielle escaped his grasp, she wouldn't

the man she had narrowly escaped

once, his demeanor had always been one of relaxed superiority, like a cat

pierced her clothing and