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.

don't you?" came

that's why they bolted

into a

mention it, I do recall a certain mutt

as if she barely

her with longing, resentment, and obsession. Despite everything, if Annie called, he'd come running, tail wagging. Because a dog never holds

can abandon it miles away, cripple it, and it'll

his gaze and

strange, she thought, that someone would lay it all on the line

a woman; once you loved, once you submitted, you

the peculiar joy bubbling inside her at

looked at him, falling

a long pause, she leaned back, gazing at the

out my real agenda, but credit where it's due you're

would never go

the air, a woman appeared on

on the edge of the bed, and leaned in to

turned to ice,

her true

woman away, found her clinging to his neck

this nasty habit: