Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1006

Isaac stood up and started walking away, his small figure slowly vanishing into the distance.

Brielle, feeling a surge of worry, quickly moved to follow him. After losing sight of him yesterday, she was determined to find out who this kid's parents were today. But just as she was about to set off, the driver and bodyguard jumped out of the car.

"Ms. Brielle, you really should head back. We can't risk anything happening to you," they insisted.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Brielle waved them off. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. If my brother asks, just tell him I saw that kid I mentioned yesterday."

She had asked Dustin to look into it, knowing he'd understand her concern for the child. That way, these guys wouldn't get in trouble.

Despite their unease, they wanted to follow her. But Brielle, worried they might scare Isaac, firmly asked them to stay put.

She then quickly caught up with Isaac, who was walking with his eyes fixed on the ground, as if tracking something.

Trying to break the ice, she approached him gently. "What are you looking for? Maybe I can help."

The child turned and gave her a quick glance. Then, standing up straight, he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a card, holding it out to her. Brielle was taken aback. What was he trying to do?

Moreover, the card he presented was a top-tier, unlimited credit card-not something a kid should be carrying around, let alone flashing in front of strangers. If Brielle had bad intentions, she'd see him as a walking goldmine. "Employment, daddy said, for services rendered."

Brielle's heart melted. "I don't need a reward. Let's go find it together. What did you lose?"

the card and pointing

anything odd. But after talking with him a bit more, she realized he might have slight communication issues. However, his eyes were bright and sharp. Brielle was instantly smitten, especially since his face reminded her so much of Max's. She couldn't help but be extra gentle

possible deceit. Max had left nothing behind;

asked softly, "How old is

age as

a boy

"Like me."

four or five, maybe a little

a while, with Isaac stopping

take a

"Want me to carry you? It'll

no," he

off, noting how obedient he was

walking, eventually arriving at a quieter park on the outskirts. Most

en

in his sweet, earnest voice.

corner. Thank you,

though few, seemed to

headed into the alley. "Is