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

gave orders to the shadowy figure behind

He's been fed up with William for ages, and probably holds a grudge

to find Dustin. Don't come

"Understood."

orders, the man lowered his head to

was to stir up trouble. Dustin absolutely couldn't

bed, his brow furrowed, memories of

seen before, flashing

mind.

his

as he heard a woman's scornful

as ice, and handsome to boot. Seems like Emma's lost her mind. At twenty-five, she's desperate

AQUMS

slashed across the shoulder, he might well be a

what a curse. The daughter's twenty-something and unmarried, and the mom's

as she reached her yard,

untouched deep valleys were rich in botanical resources,

her knife and stood hands on hips to

lot are like dung beetles yawning-just a bunch of stinkers! Scram! Show up at my doorstep again, and I'll slice you

in the village

no

demeanor, it

still unmarried at twenty-five. If not for

a place