Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1131

As twilight descended, Sarah quietly navigated a narrow path toward Orla's hideout. In this place, everyone adhered to a rigid schedule. No one was permitted outside during curfew, and violators faced severe consequences-no exceptions.

The rules here were stricter than any military camp, but with so many brilliant minds gathered, the organization hardly noticed if a few went missing. Sarah had discovered a hidden route that required sneaking past the women's restroom, a rare blind spot without cameras. She followed this path, aiming to reach Orla's quarters. Each dorm room housed four people, all painted a clinical white. Besides basic toiletries and bedding, the rooms were bare. Servants would knock daily to collect laundry.

Sarah planned to use this routine to slip into the dormitory building. At the far end, there was a storage room where Orla waited. Orla had been overly emotional at lunch but had since regained her composure. She was, after all, a former prodigy in potion-making and a protective older sister, with a psyche stronger than most.

Soon, the sound of a door unlocking brought a spark of hope to Orla's eyes, and a small smile crept onto her face. Finally, she might get the full details about her sister and perhaps, together with Sarah, find a way to escape. After being trapped here for twenty-eight years, she had almost given up hope. Yet now, a chance for freedom seemed within reach.

remained silent,

she opened the tiny door, instead of an escape, she was met with the cold steel of a dagger. The blade pressed against her neck as she stared into the eyes of a stunning woman. Irene, with a mischievous

numb again.

her roommate receiving a reward for reporting her unauthorized outing.

close to you was common. Victims themselves, some turned into perpetrators, betraying

said, "Ms. Hooke, you've been here a long time. What's left out there for you? The world has changed, and those you care about are likely gone. Better to stay and serve the organization. We've taken good care of you, haven't we? You're a respected elder here, and

troublemaker. But who would've thought she'd stir up such a storm here? She almost succeeded right under our noses. Unfortunately for her, we have a new successor now,

in Irene's eyes as she spoke of her partner in crime. Meanwhile, Sarah, navigating the newly discovered path, felt something was off, as if her instincts were sounding an alarm. Just as she considered turning back, a gun was pressed against