Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 865

"If you're not into her, hand her over to me," a voice murmured, suddenly closer, almost in his ear. "Get lost."

Max's icy stare cut through the air like a knife. The room was empty, devoid of anyone.

He rubbed his temples and stood up, heading toward the door, but froze as he reached for the handle. A flicker of something complex passed through his eyes. Then there was a knock on the door, followed by a respectful voice. "Sir, everything's been arranged."

Max opened the door, replying with a casual "Hmm."

"Where's the person?"

"They took off, but they can't have gotten far. Our people are on it."

Max nodded and stepped outside. The place had been bustling when he first came in, but now it was deserted. It was like the masquerade ball had been a mirage. He ascended to the balcony where Brielle was supposed to wait, but it was empty. A flicker of fury crossed his eyes.

"Where's Brielle?"

him lowered their head in a

the pursuit; we couldn't stop

lashes lowered, his lips

"I see."

away, each step seemingly creating a breeze. The masquerade ball tonight wasn't real. The vibrant scene was all actors.

né

the chance to announce it before Max intercepted the message, needing the event for his

trap, a lure for

annoyed that Brielle had left in such a hurry she'd forgotten her phone. To make the act convincing, they had followed the usual ball's agenda, but now, without her phone, finding Brielle would be difficult. Max pursed his tips, ordering his men to continue the search for the man and to bring Brielle back immediately upon discovery. As for the other, try to bring him

run this way, but

numerous outcomes-the wors

meeting her end. However, what unfolded next was beyond her expectations. The partygoers turned on two individuals. A man and a woman. The woman was Annie, now captured. Brielle realized Max had known her

promised Murray to lock Annie away