Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1092

Dustin had a knack for staying unbrainwashed over the years, thanks in part to his ever-vigilant grandma who always made sure he had a hot meal on the table, and partly because of his naturally sunny disposition and constant alertness.

But Desiree from the Lynch family falling ill was no accident. Clearly, someone was trying to drive a wedge between Dustin and Desiree. After all, Desiree was a thorn in their side, messing up their plans. But the Lynch clan wasn't one to just roll over. If Desiree had died,

Raymond and Dustin would have turned over every rock until they found the culprit, potentially exposing the butler's betrayal.

So the mastermind behind it all had been clever, just leaving Desiree bedridden. Dustin, however, threw them for a loop by not falling for their brainwashing tactics. Desiree and Brielle owed their lives to him.

King had agreed to collaborate with these shadowy figures, but they were cautious, only sending Ronald as their representative all these years without revealing any core members. Now, he had Myles on the case, but the investigation was proving to be a tough nut to crack.

reluctant to join forces with the Lynch family; it was just that their household had been infiltrated by the butler, and Dustin had his own Judas to worry about. It was unclear if the Lynch family had rid themselves of

it's a man or a woman, but they've taken out many over the years. We've got nothing on their

hoarded mementos of Brielle. King, resting his head on his hand, glanced at the clock on the wall and said in a calm voice, "Ricardo is a wild card. It's uncertain if he'll

that Ricardo was an actor under Stellar Stage Entertainment, diligently working on set, and since Stellar Stage Entertainment was Brielle's pride and joy,

who

"I'll do my best."

remaining on his knees. Being chosen as a double was a stroke of luck for Myles. King's trust was hard to earn, his suspicion running deep Myles was the only one who had stayed by his side for so long, his identity as a double never changing. It wasn't without reason; he mimicked King so well that even he sometimes couldn't tell if he was Myles, Max, or King. Every glance, every step, was flawless. Having achieved such

If you can't find them, don't bother

King had no further orders did he rise, careful not to meet his gaze as he left the castle. This place was off-limits to most, except for the few

from the castle, he got into his car. Just as he was about to start the engine, he noticed someone in the rearview mirror. The intruder leaned forward, admiring the view of the castle through the windshield, and remarked, "Nice castle,