Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1062

It was outright bullying, sheer force over reason.

If you talked to him gently, he might listen, but only when you were both behind closed doors.

Tears welled up in Brielle's eyes as she heard footsteps outside the unmistakable sound of Myles.

Frozen with fear, she felt herself being lifted onto the table in a humiliating position.

"Lost your song, Little Canary?" he taunted.

Brielle's cheeks flushed with anger, and a fierce look flashed in her eyes. "One day, I'll make you pay for this."

The man was taken aback, then chuckled as he lightly gripped her chin. "Impressive. That's got more bite than calling me a brute."

Brielle trembled with rage in his presence. She couldn't outfight him or outwit him. She couldn't even stoop to his level of shamelessness without feeling degraded.

Her eyes reddened in a flash.

Little did Brielle know, she would eventually join Dorsey International and sharpen her verbal skills in the corporate world. She'd never find herself at a loss for words again, no matter who she faced. Perhaps deep down, she knew she needed to hone her verbal jabs. Not only that, but she also learned to keep her emotions under wraps, never letting anyone provoke her to the point of tears.

still young, facing such a personality for the first time. Her

halting outside the door, as he had come to offer

enjoy her embarrassment, as if he were a male animal flaunting his conquest, making sure

in his shoulder, unable to control her voice

crossed his eyes before he stepped back, glanced at the surveillance cameras,

been much for women, but since

and pleas for mercy. Her voice, with its

could

about her current state-was she

brimming with tears, her body marked, her black hair cascading down like a fallen

truly existed, she'd have been

room, glanced at a certain part of his body, and punched

Damn it.

the wall, sweat trickled down his forehead. He was King's shadow, doomed to mimic him

perfect shadow should replicate even the emotions,

with implication, stirred a storm of emotions within him, yet he masked them well. The true skill of a hypnotist, he mused, was in hypnotizing oneself. Meanwhile, upstairs, Brielle heard Myles's footsteps fade away and pushed against the man

her head, his

these memories were