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

gave orders to the shadowy

for a partner, right? Grant his request. He's been fed up

more men to find Dustin.

"Understood."

man lowered his head to study the mask

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

brow furrowed, memories of betrayal by his decade-long companion Dummy who turned out to be someone

seen before, flashing

mind.

his

abruptly as he

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

AQUMS

and slashed across the shoulder, he might well be a fugitive. Those types always run to

family, what a curse. The daughter's

herbs on the mountain, heard the gossips as she reached her yard, which was strewn with

valleys were rich in botanical resources, and her family

she waved her knife and stood

bunch of stinkers! Scram! Show up at my doorstep again, and I'll slice you one by

village for

no wonder

demeanor, it

unmarried at twenty-five. If not for her medical skills,

her a