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.

pool of blood, sending a chill down her spine. The trail of blood led into a dark corner. She grabbed Dustin's arm and

gone. The area clearly showed signs of a fierce struggle-trampled grass and,

her sharp eyesight, Brielle spotted a note pinned to a tree. She recognized the handwriting as Kenzo's from their university days spent together in the library. His

meet alone, claiming he had discovered a secret. Knowing the place and sensing the

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 the enemy's message with a loved one was a no-brainer for Brielle, especially under such strange circumstances. She

Brielle navigated through several back alleys before entering a diner that reminded her of their favorite spot back in Beaconsfield.

but pushed a cup of

used to life in North America?" he asked,

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

mused, almost to himself, stirring his tea absentmindedly. Brielle wanted to stop him right there; she had no interest in

insisted I meet you, to make you fall for

deepened, suspecting he referred to 'the

persona. I've never failed to seduce any woman my father pointed me

grip on her