Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 812

Annie was still trying to piece together what had just happened.

It all started this morning as she strolled into the Dorsey Tower lobby, where Patrick flagged her down, saying they had a meeting to attend. She didn't think much of it. But the moment she slid into the car, she felt a heavy blow against her back, and everything went black. Before passing out, Annie didn't even realize her cover had been blown.

She woke up at half-past eleven, the sun beaming outside.

Seeing the gun pointed at her forehead, she lifted an eyebrow and flashed a bright smile.

"What's the deal, bro?" she quipped, utterly unruffled.

Max wasn't there, but Annie wasn't naive; she knew this had his blessing.

"Good luck explaining to my godfather if you kill me," she added with a smirk, her face a picture of calm amusement.

The man in front of her, dressed in a uniform, wordlessly handed her passport and credentials.

Annie shrugged indifferently until a screen popped up, showing Murray, pale and fragile, lying in a hospital bed.

Her smile faded, and she blinked in disbelief.

She had assumed Murray's body was likely picked clean by animals in some ravine, never expecting him to be alive.

him, don't you?"

So that's why they bolted so quickly last night-they had figured

twisted into

I do recall a certain mutt I thought was dead.

if she barely

through the screen, Murray looked at her with longing, resentment, and obsession. Despite everything, if Annie called, he'd come running, tail wagging. Because a dog never

can abandon it miles away, cripple it, and it'll still wonder what it did

gaze and felt something stir inside

thought, that someone would lay it

were a man or a woman; once you loved,

the peculiar joy

at him,

leaned back,

due you're sharp. However, thinking you can use a discarded

would never go

hung in the air, a woman appeared

Murray, sat on the edge of the bed, and leaned

Annie's face turned to ice,

was her

the woman away, found her clinging to his neck with practiced ease, making

have this nasty