Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 846

The man with the mask smirked. "Keep giving him those meds, and you'll just speed up his demise."

"I know. Thanks to your extensive connections, I managed to get my hands on it."

Antonio had been on the hunt for a partner, desperate to find this particular drug. But it was a fierce thing, banned not just domestically but internationally. It was rare even in places with more lenient regulations.

Then, out of the blue, this mysterious guy reached out, offering a partnership and a way to secure a foothold within the Dorsey family. Antonio had always lived in his father's shadow, doing whatever he was told. But he was tired of being a puppet. William's mediocre tactics were constantly overshadowed by Max's dominance, leaving no room for a turnaround.

Deep down, Antonio felt he was the one destined to take Max down. Brimming with confidence and now with a powerful ally, he was certain Max's downfall was imminent.

The mysterious man slowly stood up, setting down his glass. "Nice tea," he said, and then he was gone.

Antonio stayed rooted in place, respectfully looking down.

Meanwhile, Brielle had returned to the Premier Palace. She was restless, not having seen King's true face. She was due to travel abroad tomorrow, and now at eleven o'clock at night, Max was still out. It left her tossing and turning, uneasy.

It wasn't until 2 a.m. that the other side of the bed dipped. A cool breath approached, followed by the loosening of her pajama strings and a spread of warmth. Her dream world began to shake, and she groggily opened her eyes.

her ear, and with just a single lamp on, their mingled sweat glistened. Her cheeks flushed at his intensity, and she

dim light. His

didn't want to let

morning, he was nibbling on her earlobe, breathing heavily against her neck. She was too spent to speak, but she had a flight at eleven and had to get up. She

shower, then grabbed her suitcase,

slept, the covers draped below his waist, watching her

Keiran, asking him to head to the

she couldn't resist looking back at Max. His exposed torso was enough to make her heart race. His skin was porcelain, his hair a

she dropped her suitcase and returned to bed for

much as she didn't want to leave, it was time to go. Max also had to

way to the airport, she felt her bones still soft from their encounter, with the image of Max sitting on the bed like a celestial being or a fallen deity playing

Max had this power over people, but after every intimate moment, the sensation seemed to etch deeper into her

she spotted Keiran wrapped up

disguise over the phone-a necessity for a major celebrity like him to avoid

Keiran just glanced up, coldly

Brielle. Let's