Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 828

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How did the Barnes family crumble overnight? Where did he get his intel from?

He kept his cool until someone crossed his line, then it was game over for the Barneses.

King flipped his silver mask over, a cold smirk tugging at his lips. "He's just watching the fireworks from the sidelines."

But he couldn't grasp why Max chose to be just a spectator.

Only when Brielle's life was in jeopardy did he fly into a rage.

Max was a puzzle; he seemed indifferent but held all the cards.

King suspected that most of the time, Max was just playing a role.

Like the ultimate predator, Max effortlessly and secretly blended into the background of all the schemes, watching Brielle fight her battles, level up, and grow stronger because she cared about him. He must be pretty proud of her. King's grip on the mask tightened, the cold metal nearly cutting into his palm.

Max wasn't unwilling to help Brielle out of trouble; it's just that she had shown remarkable strength and a stubborn streak from the start. So, he was taming her.

The word "taming" flashed in his mind, and his palm felt the sting of the mask's edge.

Yeah, he was taming Brielle, making her dependent, trustworthy, inseparable.

And stronger.

couldn't figure Max

sneer, he gave orders to

been looking for a partner, right? Grant his request. He's been fed up with William for ages, and probably holds a

find Dustin. Don't come back

"Understood."

man lowered his head to study the

his only choice was to stir up trouble. Dustin absolutely couldn't stay alive, nor could he let Max find

furrowed, memories of betrayal by his decade-long companion Dummy

seen before, flashing

mind.

his

as he heard a woman's

Seems like Emma's lost her mind. At twenty-five, she's desperate enough to marry any man just to

AQUMS

might well be a fugitive. Those types always run to

The daughter's

herbs on the mountain, heard the gossips as she

botanical resources, and her family had been renowned herbalists for

the wagging tongues, she waved her knife and stood hands on hips to confront

beetles yawning-just a bunch of stinkers! Scram! Show

in the village for

was no wonder

demeanor, it

unmarried at twenty-five. If not

her a place