Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

The door clicked shut behind Max, but his mind wasn't on the Dorsey family-he was thinking about Brielle.

Brielle was on her way back to the Premier Palace, with Addison behind the wheel. A quick glance in the rearview mirror told Addison they had a tail. "Ms. Brielle, hold on tight," Addison said, her voice calm and steady despite the danger.

Addison, trained to perfection, floored the gas pedal and expertly maneuvered the car, shaking off their pursuers with ease.

In the back seat, Brielle's attention remained fixed on her phone, her expression unreadable. Keiran's message had thrown her into turmoil.

Sarah was missing, and it was somehow connected to Dummy, which meant it was tied to Kenzo. Where was she now?

Brielle dialed Kenzo's number, a hunch telling her he would pick up. As expected, his gentle voice came through the line, "Brielle."

But Brielle didn't respond immediately; her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. After a few seconds, she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, "Kenzo, are you in Beaconsfield?" Dressed in a crisp white suit, Kenzo sat in front of a computer, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"You should know I'm not," he replied, his voice as cool as ever.

his keyboard, Kenzo waited for her response. "Calling about

outside caught Kenzo's attention, and he let

it out the window,

the time Dustin's

in, Dustin trailing behind his bodyguards, all dressed in black like a funeral

room was empty. The house was surrounded, leaving no apparent escape. But Dustin knew

eyes darted to a red switch on the wall, and

as the second story erupted into flames. Dustin landed with a rot, his face

been the upper

his phone call with Brielle, seemingly unfazed.

explosion, felt a tightness in

reluctance to end the call. "She's fine," he

tell me what you all really want?" Brielle asked,

Kenzo stopped walking. Brielle