Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1096

"Get up."

King's words were soft, almost a whisper.

Joseph rose from the ground, handing back the dagger with a respectful gesture.

"Sir, do I need to deal with Myles?"

A chuckle escaped King, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "If he's smart, he'd have run off by now. Those folks might have gotten to him. Myles has been by my side long enough to be of use to them." "Sir, I still want to check on him."

A flash of determination crossed Joseph's eyes. If Myles had indeed betrayed them, he felt partly responsible. It was he who had entrusted Myles with the task, giving him the opportunity.

"I'll take the punishment myself."

King had stood up by then, his gaze fixed on the woman doctor in front of him.

"Handled."

If she wouldn't speak, then she'd never get the chance again.

To think, a doctor, trading her ethics for ten million dollars. She may be pitiful, but weren't others just as deserving of pity? What about Isaac?

Leaving the mansion, King felt a heaviness in his heart, memories of a painful past concerning childbirth surfacing. It was a chapter of his life he'd rather forget, the only time he'd fallen seriously ill, comatose for a whole month. "Max?"

called out mentally, not expecting an answer. Yet, a few

never used one of

despite its effectiveness, was repulsive to him. The thought of it rusting, causing infections, and pain was unbearable. He'd rather undergo surgery himself than subject

"Hmm."

that 'hmm' mean? Don't you believe me? Well, I guess you all

Silence followed.

fuming,

No response came.

villa, hearing that Brielle had

shaken. "Since sir never mentioned Ms.

forbidden Brielle from stepping out. He had

with Brielle gone and those haunting memories fresh in his

from Mason. Since the fire incident, she'd been under the weather and out of touch with Mason, who kept her updated via messages. Yet

wasn't on him but

the executives. Though she had

the company building, it was stopped by another vehicle. Her brow furrowed at the

door, his dark eyes fixed on

car, borrowed from the

with a tracking

King to locate

a villa servant, went pale at his

"Sir."

"Get out."