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?"

why they bolted so

lips twisted into

I do recall a certain mutt I thought was dead. Turns

was light, as if she barely regarded Murray as

resentment, and obsession. Despite everything, if Annie called, he'd come

it, and it'll still wonder what it did

his gaze and felt

would lay it all on

woman; once you loved, once you submitted, you granted them the

she couldn't deny the peculiar joy bubbling inside her at the sight of

looked at

a long pause, she leaned back, gazing at the

where it's due you're sharp. However, thinking you can use a discarded mutt to corner me? That's

would never go soft

her words hung in the air, a woman appeared on

sat on

ice, her innocence replaced by a

her true

clinging to his neck with practiced ease, making

this nasty habit: