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?"

a

of those things

idea of a contraceptive device, despite its effectiveness, was repulsive to him. The thought of it rusting, causing infections, and pain was unbearable.

"Hmm."

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

Silence followed.

fuming,

No response came.

hearing that Brielle had gone out made

his darkening demeanor, were visibly shaken. "Since sir never mentioned Ms. Brielle

He had simply assumed she

with Brielle gone and those haunting memories fresh in his

out following a call from Mason. Since the fire incident, she'd been under the weather and out of touch with Mason, who kept

on him but left

a company meeting, her first face-to-face with all the executives. Though she had virtually met them during her

Her brow

her car door, his dark eyes fixed on

from the

with a

to locate

driver, a villa servant, went pale

"Sir."

"Get out."