Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Patrick glanced at him through the rearview mirror, noting how his breathing was shaky from distress. He nodded swiftly in acknowledgment. "Alright, boss."

Patrick floored the accelerator, but his first call wasn't to track down Brielle's whereabouts. Instead, he rang the family doctor to meet them at Premier Palace before making another call to initiate the search for Brielle.

By the time Max arrived at Premier Palace, the doctor was already there, a look of surprise evident on his face. Over the years, Max had faced his share of underhanded tactics, but this was the first time he seemed so tormented by a drug's effects, indicating a potent dose. For an ordinary man, confusion would have already blurred the lines between friend and foe. The family doctor, seasoned by various crises, recalled a drug that had once made a well-mannered gentleman nearly attack his own brother in public. Shuddering at the memory, the doctor hastily administered an antidote to Max.

Max kept his eyes closed, darkness swirling inside them like a vortex, threatening to drag him deeper. He leaned back against the couch, his Adam's apple bobbing as he asked Patrick.

"Have you found her location?"

Patrick was about to say they hadn't received any updates when his phone rang. He pressed the answer button without hesitation.

"Patrick, we've located Ms. Brielle. But it's not good news-the car the boss sent for her is abandoned on the outskirts of town. There's been a lot of activity out there tonight, and it's likely that Ms. Brielle..."

A shiver ran down Patrick's spine as he relayed the information to Max.

Max's eyelashes quivered violently, and from somewhere, he summoned the strength to stand.

"Let's go."

boss, you're

looked on, troubled. Given the drug's effect on Max, the dosage must have been massive, perhaps a complex blend of substances. Even with his strong will, a breakdown seemed imminent. "Max, you should stay

out the door, leaving Patrick with

air around him seemingly solidifying into frost. Patrick felt

abandoned. Evening had fallen, and the dim streetlights made the area look like a prime spot for foul play. Max saw his

followed closely, fearing Max might collapse due to

surrounded them, and Max felt a growing chill in his heart, overpowering

Brielle...

and then, at the edge of a ravine, he found her gun. It was custom-made for her by Jaired to fit her hand perfectly. Max squatted down to pick up the gun, noting the bloodstains on it. His eyes, dark already, now flickered with a tinge of madness.

clutched the firearm tightly. The ravine was steep, and finding a

But the recent spring rain had made it

"Sir!"

panic. He was about to leap after him when a