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.

first thing Brielle noticed was a pool of blood, sending a chill down her spine. The trail of blood led into a dark

people were gone. The area clearly showed

pinned to a tree. She recognized the handwriting as Kenzo's from their university days spent together in the library. His sudden

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

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

reminded her of their favorite spot

but pushed a

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

past grievances didn't exist. She sat down, her voice icy, "Kenzo,

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 their past, a past

you, to make you

he referred to 'the professor'

given my flawless public persona. I've never failed to seduce any

this, Brielle's grip on her cup tightened. What