Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 855

Desiree held onto a lace handkerchief, looking a bit under the weather. Despite this, she shook her head and managed a faint smile at Annie.

Annie kept one hand behind her back, gripping a dagger, her face showing nothing but innocent cheerfulness.

"Make sure you rest up, dear. Godfather's been swamped with his new project and hasn't had the chance to visit, but you're not holding it against him, are you?" Desiree's voice was weak but carried a touch of elegance. "He's got a lot on his plate too."

Annie lowered her lashes. "I'll check what the kitchen cooked up today."

"Sasha, I'd like to be alone for the rest of the afternoon. No visitors."

"Of course, Grandma. I'll let everyone know."

Once Annie left and gently closed the door, she turned to the nearby guard. "Did anyone else come in earlier?"

head. "Today, you were the only one who entered,

clouded with doubt. Where on earth had Brielle

"Cough, cough."

and reached for her handkerchief to dab at the corners of her mouth. Her

"Come out now."

under the bed, her gaze meeting Desiree's kind eyes. Sunlight streamed into the room through the open window. She hadn't

Desiree but to be at her beck and call. When Brielle first arrived, Desiree merely glanced at her.

closed her eyes. "You and Sasha are spitting images

who

Brielle resembled her too

Lynch by blood, her appearance seemed to inoculate the Lynch family against the

daughter outright could be that the Lynches weren't easily, fooled. With so many in the family particularly one close to Raymond, a renowned doctor, it was hard to pull the wool over their eyes. So Annie was placed in the open as a reminder

resemblance doesn't prove lineage.

to the Lynch family Brielle's features weren't an exact match for anyone in particular; she was a blend of two people Annie had been deliberately brought