Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1009

He and the folks from the Riddle family were convinced that King could be someone from Beaconsfield. After all, the guy always wore a mask, so he could be anyone.

But their investigation had hit a dead end. They had scrutinized every possible suspect during all conceivable timelines, and every time, King had shown up even when those suspects were accounted for, quashing any doubts. So, if King wasn't a Beaconsfield local, who could he be? And having such vile intentions toward his sister, no less.

He hadn't given up chasing after King. But ever since that explosion, it was like King had vanished into thin air.

He was sure, though, King hadn't met his end.

His unexpected appearance at tonight's dinner party threw him for a loop.

The Lynch family hosted the dinner, and every move got reported to Dustin. By the time Dustin got back to the party, the man had vanished, as fleeting as a summer storm.

But that mask was unmistakable. It was King.

And if King was alive, maybe Max was too?

The Dorsey family's mansion had its secrets, didn't it? If someone jumped off the nearby cliff, might there be a sliver of hope for survival?

But Dustin kept this secret from Brielle, fearing to raise her hopes only to dash them again.

despair once. Giving her hope and then snatching it away would be far crueler than

but seems linked to something over in Saudi, yet who he could be among Beaconsfield's own, neither I nor the Riddle family have figured

might be

words hit him like a bolt

heavily before he looked up. "How did you come to

Premier Palace and again

I have a theory,

into it. I fear

disappointment. Could you

me? That child, he looks exactly like Max. King, or Kings have appeared around me, almost as if they don't intend to hide from me. Yet, they harbor great hostility towards Max. I know it sounds crazy,

storm of

dawning. No wonder King always seemed one step ahead. If King had been two people from the start, then one could have

worry. I'll have

her fingers trembling uncontrollably the more

start with that child's address. He was spotted at the mall yesterday and

she spoke, she fought

patted her back, "Breathe in, breathe out. Don't panic. I'll call to have the

on the couch, Brielle was a bundle of suppressed excitement. But soon, guilt washed over her

on their plate, and you've dropped everything to be here with me. Now, I'm asking you to divert your attention to investigate something else. Mom is still undercover, and I really am sorry." Dustin knew how fragile Brielle had been, almost as if a single touch could shatter her. He had been