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?"

behind him lowered their head in a mix of

followed the pursuit; we couldn't

lashes lowered, his lips forming a thin

"I see."

creating a breeze. The masquerade ball tonight wasn't real. The vibrant scene was all actors. After all, with masks and fancy

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announce it before Max intercepted the message, needing the event for his plan. Otherwise, he wouldn't

trap, a

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

this way, but they had vanished. Inside

numerous outcomes-the wors

expectations. The partygoers turned on two individuals. A man and a woman. The woman was Annie, now captured. Brielle realized Max

lock Annie