Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1128

Irene didn't let him down, but she had her terms. Next time, she wanted to hear his voice while they were in the moment. Kenzo lifted her chin with his slender fingers, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "You can listen as long as you want."

That very afternoon, Irene got Colton to spill the beans about where Sarah was being kept.

Kenzo raised an eyebrow, looking at the radiant woman in front of him, still waiting for her reward. She was quite the useful stepping stone.

Meanwhile, at the underground pharmaceutical base where Sarah was, everyone was bustling around. From the outside, it looked like just another mountain, but it was hiding a whole different world beneath.

Sarah had been stuck there for days. At first, she managed to rig up a communication system from some broken parts to reach out to Dustin. But recently, patrols had ramped up, and those parts were seized. Now, she was completely cut off.

She noticed that several of the people working here were familiar faces. Renowned pharmacists from North America, previously reported dead in car accidents, whose families had mourned them and held funerals. Turned out, those accidents were just cover-ups to fake their deaths.

who only wanted to publish their research and

hijacking, the circle of pharmacists quickly dwindled. International efforts to find the plane were massive, with over a hundred families involved, causing a global uproar. Considering these individuals were highly valued by their countries, the search continued for nearly a decade. But after ten years with no

were considered dead by the outside world. Car accidents, suicides, murders, plane crashes -

contacted Dustin, she told him to wait for her signal. This organization wasn't just the Lynch. family's enemy but the enemy of over a hundred families, even entire clans if she

with others to bring

decades-old organization.

for years, some even decades, losing all hope, numbly producing various pills. These pills could control influential people, addicting them and turning them into the organization's pawns. Every bit of information Sarah uncovered made her blood run cold. The Lynch family had been infiltrated by this dark organization,

grateful that Dustin had managed to survive all these years. That kid

being here was straightforward: everyone else had become puppets, unwilling to speak more than necessary. Although Sarah wasn't a chef, her family Australia was famous for catering state

target was Beaconsfield's state banquets,