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.

Brielle noticed was a pool of blood, sending a chill down her spine. The trail of

their headlights on, but the people were gone. The area clearly showed signs of a

Kenzo's from their

he had discovered a secret. Knowing the place and

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 suspected Kenzo knew she wouldn't come

Brielle navigated through several back alleys before entering a diner that reminded her of their favorite spot back in Beaconsfield. Its hidden location and nostalgic decor suggested it relied on

didn't look up but pushed a cup of tea

life in North

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

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

insisted I meet you, to make you fall for

Brielle's frown deepened, suspecting he referred

was confident, given my flawless public persona. I've never failed to seduce any woman my father pointed me

Brielle's grip on her cup tightened.