Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 995

Ramey's face was serious, lips pressed tight. "I've already called Mr. Lynch. He's heading out tonight to bring Brielle to North America." Aubree wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, nodding absentmindedly.

Even unconscious, Brielle was haunted by memories of the fire, blending with the distant nightmare of the orphanage blaze from her childhood. Fire was her greatest fear. It had taken away what mattered most and left her with the deepest scars.

"If I can't be with you, then I hope your life is nothing but safe and smooth," she whispered to herself, realizing it was Max's voice echoing in her mind.

A month later, in North America.

Dustin's mansion was famed for its stunning aesthetic, thanks to Mrs. Xavier's love for flowers. The garden was a year-round tapestry of blossoms.

Dustin had turned his mansion into a personal fortress, swapping out the staff to protect the privacy of the one he wanted to care for indefinitely. Known as North America's most eligible bachelor, the media went wild when the news broke, dedicating a week's worth of front-page stories to the scoop. The story even went international.

Journalists were desperate to interview the mystery woman hidden within Dustin's fortress, but the mansion was impenetrable. Not even a fly could get through its defenses. After a month, the media gave up, speculating that Dustin must have found true love to go to such lengths to protect her.

suspect, many of whom had been

he would leave gifts worth fortunes by her bedside, only to find them untouched upon his return.

be greedy. How could she possibly have a loving family and a man like Max to love her too? Her eyes downcast, she told Dustin she wanted to go outside. Her eyes were perpetually swollen

Now with Brielle in North America, Dustin hesitated to introduce her to the elderly woman, considering her current

but they couldn't bring back the one thing she wanted most-Max.

over??

realization plunged both Raymond

Dustin into a deep

accompany her. But Brielle's expression remained neutral. "Let me go alone,"

himself to her

stretching across acres of land. Without a direct drive, one could easily get lost on the estate. With over twenty cars coming and going daily,

realized it was Valentine's Day back home. Her lips twitched slightly, and she retracted her gaze, returning to the

shopped for rings. The salesperson seemed to recognize her, after all, her appearance had

is that you? Here for rings again?" the salesperson