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.

recognize him, don't you?" came Brielle's

they bolted so quickly last night-they

into a slight

you mention it, I do recall a certain mutt I thought was

tone was light, as if she barely regarded Murray as

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

miles away, cripple it, and it'll

and

thought, that someone would lay it all on the line

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

it, yet she couldn't deny the peculiar joy bubbling inside her

looked at

back, gazing at the

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

never go soft for

her words hung in the air, a woman appeared on

sat on

face turned to ice, her innocence

her true

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

this nasty habit: