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.

a chill down her spine. The trail of blood led into a dark corner. She

clearly showed

a tree. She recognized the handwriting as Kenzo's from their university days spent together in

plea to meet alone, claiming he had discovered a secret. Knowing the place and sensing the urgency in Kenzo's

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 the enemy's message with a loved one was a

diner that reminded her of

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

to life in North America?" he asked, his

his professor-like demeanor, acting as if past grievances didn't exist. She sat

mused, almost to himself, stirring his tea absentmindedly. Brielle wanted to

my father insisted I meet you, to make you fall

Brielle's frown deepened, suspecting he referred to 'the professor'

never failed to seduce any woman my father pointed me

on her cup tightened.