Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 971

"What's on your mind?"

His grip tightened on her chin, his voice dangerously close.

Brielle recoiled, disgusted, but even that slight movement seemed to set him off.

"Aubree hasn't been sent back yet, has she?"

Brielle froze, pressing her lips tightly together in silence. The two sat there, wordless.

The TV droned on in the background with news about Max. Brielle couldn't care less about the media's take on him. The same people who had torn Max to shreds were now praising him to the heavens. Everyone had condemned Max, leaving him in tatters. The jeers that had echoed so loudly were now replaced with applause.

It was all so fleeting, so hollow.

The silence broke with Antonio's hurried footsteps. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the cold, masked man on the sofa, and he rushed forward, barely containing his excitement.

"Sir!"

like he wanted to bow down in reverence, but Brielle's

you asked. What should I do

Desperation filled his eyes.

overhearing Antonio's plea, realized he had made a deal with

the devil never ends

truly wanted to help Antonio, he wouldn't still be empty-handed after all this

it was all just

that Max has acquired Dorsey International, how can I turn the tide?" Antonio's hopeful question made

truly better than him, you'd have another identity by now to crush him,

Michael's words, hitting the nail

he

he was utterly

Brielle, his face twisted

do you know? You're just a hostage. Sir is far superior to Max, the most cunning person I've ever

convinced Antonio had lost his mind. She chose to keep quiet, not wanting to argue