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.

you recognize him, don't you?"

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

lips twisted into a

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

was light, as if she barely

Murray looked at her with longing, resentment, and obsession. Despite everything, if Annie called, he'd come running, tail wagging. Because a

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

and felt something stir

that someone would lay it all on

you were a man or a woman; once you loved, once you submitted,

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

at him,

pause, she leaned back, gazing at the screen with cool

you figured out my real agenda, but credit where it's due you're sharp. However, thinking you can use a discarded mutt to corner me? That's where you're

never go soft for

her words hung in the air, a woman appeared on the

pawns, she walked up to Murray, sat on the edge

turned to ice, her

was her

clinging to his neck with practiced ease,

have this nasty