Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1025

Brielle couldn't care less about the royal squabbles that had plagued Saudi Arabia for generations. What really grabbed her attention was a specific point in time, exactly ten years ago. That was when Max left their sleepy town of Beaconsfield at just sixteen to conquer Wall Street. Even now, Max's true identity remained a mystery to her, a secret he never chose to disclose. If her suspicions were accurate, the whole scenario was downright bizarre.

Rising from her seat, Brielle shut her laptop and noticed that Dustin was also getting up.

"Got him," he said.

"Who?" she asked.

"Dummy."

"Little Hawk, you should get some rest. I'll go check it out," Dustin suggested.

Brielle frowned, "Bro, I'm coming with you."

Dustin didn't argue.

the first thing Brielle noticed was a pool of blood, sending a chill down her spine. The trail of blood led into a dark corner. She grabbed Dustin's arm and shook

clearly showed signs of a fierce struggle-trampled grass and, more ominously, no sign of

She recognized the handwriting as Kenzo's from their university days

note included an address and an urgent plea to meet alone, claiming he had discovered a secret. Knowing the place and sensing the urgency in Kenzo's message, Brielle communicated silently with

time Brielle let Kenzo go, she considered her debt to him repaid. She had made it clear that their next meeting would be as adversaries. Given his near-fatal betrayal of Dustin, forgiveness was out of the question. Sharing

of their favorite spot back in Beaconsfield. Its hidden location and nostalgic

already seated inside, didn't look up but pushed a cup of

to life in North America?" he asked, his tone

professor-like demeanor, acting as if past grievances didn't exist. She sat down, her voice icy, "Kenzo, get to

looked thoughtful, staring into his tea. "You were quite aloof in college, not one for socializing. I should never have approached you," he mused, almost to himself, stirring his tea absentmindedly. Brielle wanted to stop him right there; she had no interest in rehashing

insisted I meet you, to make you fall

frown deepened, suspecting he referred to 'the

never failed to seduce any woman my father pointed

grip on her cup tightened. What