Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

As soon as the words had left his lips, a small silver pistol was pressed against his chest.

"Bang!"

Brielle watched the man slowly fall to the ground. She did not have a chance to fire again since the shot had already given away her position.

She shoved the gun up her sleeve and, with leaden legs, continued to move forward.

Murray lay on the ground, staring in disbelief.

Ten minutes later, Annie arrived by his side. Murray wasn't as quick on his feet as the rest, but in the final moment before Brielle fired, he had managed to dodge just enough.

It wasn't a fatal wound. A prompt visit to the hospital would see to its healing.

Annie sighed and crouched beside him. "Murray, do you know why you failed tonight?"

Murray remained silent, just gazing at her obsessively, in a daze. "Because you saw Brielle's face, and you hesitated for a few seconds. Seems I've got quite the hold on you, huh, Murray?" She reached out, her fingertip gently touching his cheek.

Like a dog begging for mercy with its tail between its legs, he still had no complaints as he stared at her.

Annie patted his cheek with the palm of her hand. "I told you before, Murray. Don't let emotions get in the way. You're no longer fit for this, but don't worry. I'll make sure Brielle pays for this." Her dagger slowly touched Murray's throat, and beneath his incredulous gaze, she sliced through.

Blood splattered.

in Murray's

stood up, staring at the blood that had

couldn't measure up had only

was clutching the hem of her pants. So tightly that even

cut the fabric to free herself, which delayed her pursuit

in the direction where

understand what was happening to her, so after

Just a few torn pieces of fabric lay on the ground, and some

looked like he had fallen down and

a piece of candy, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth. She chewed hard, but somehow, the candy didn't taste as sweet as

pursue Brielle. It was Brielle who had caused Murray's death,

moment,

But her vision was getting blurrier. She had not been feeling well these past few days, and now she

limits.

boulder in a daze, feeling the world sway before her. Then, her body followed the boulder down in

energy left to run or to struggle. A severe pain struck her head as if she had hit something hard, then darkness enveloped her, and she passed

at the Dorsey family mansion. Martha had just been laid to rest, bringing together many distant relatives of the Dorseys. The Barnes family and business partners

closed to outsiders, was exceptionally

Max had