Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 972

King stood gazing out at the shadowy mountains, his breath mingling with the chill at the cliff's edge. A slight smirk played on his lips. "Think I've got a shot?"

"Absolutely, sir. While Max becoming the president of Dream Tech Designs was a surprise, I'm confident that you have far stronger connections. I trust you completely."

The man chuckled softly as the words left Antonio's mouth.

Antonio couldn't figure out what was so amusing, tilting his head in confusion. The garden around them was in full bloom, caught in that vibrant transition between spring and summer. King plucked a flower, gently rolling it between his fingers before crushing it slowly.

"Did the old man tell you anything before you came here?"

A shiver ran through Antonio, and he lowered his gaze. "He did. Grandfather's getting old and doesn't believe you have such capabilities, sir."

Antonio kept back the secret Michael had confided in him, the one about this house.

"The old man wasn't wrong. There's a reason he was the previous heir to the Dorsey estate he wasn't senile enough to not know friend from foe."

Antonio didn't grasp the meaning of his words, but in the next instant, the barrel of a gun was staring him down.

He stepped back, disbelief etched on his face. "Sir, what are you—"

King continued to chuckle, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

Antonio stumbled backward, plummeting, but his will to live kicked in, and his hand snapped out, grasping the edge of the cliff.

to cry out. Clutching the precipice, he looked up in terror

voice was tinged with a cry, like someone abandoned by the deity they

who turned the tables on those who used him, should be bewildered. Your role, the sword, was quite useful-far better than me seeking my own revenge on the Dorsey family. If I struck directly, they'd die unfulfilled, but

running out of strength, even his fingertips

understand,

Even after dragging Max

only Max

sludge was now turning against him. Had

gun at his head,

the feeling ofholding power, as you'd only sit in that seat for a day.

clung desperately to the edge, refusing

you so much. I always thought

out a mocking laugh, "Do you want to see what your

The tone was biting.

from Antonio's face as

mask

him, bitterness.

radiating from him. Contentve

as the mask came off and he

like a madman, releasing his grip on the edge

fell, his laughter grew

eyebrow, considering a final shot, but hesitated in

the mask and returned to where Brielle