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

a sneer, he gave orders

up with William for ages, and probably holds a

more men to find Dustin. Don't come

"Understood."

orders, the man lowered his head

didn't know what Max was up to, so his only choice was to stir

village in Australia, a man lay in bed, his brow furrowed, memories of

seen before, flashing

mind.

his

stopped abruptly as he heard a

he was fished out of the river, cold as ice, and handsome to boot. Seems like Emma's lost her mind. At twenty-five,

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shoulder, he might well be a fugitive. Those types always run

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

returning from gathering herbs on the mountain, heard the gossips as she reached her yard, which was strewn

rich in botanical resources, and her family had been renowned

tongues, she waved her knife

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

village for

no

demeanor, it

still unmarried at twenty-five. If not for

her a