Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1136

Brielle floored the accelerator, weaving through traffic like a seasoned racecar driver. In the backseat, Noir sensed the danger, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of alertness and curiosity.

Isaac, quick on his feet, pulled out the GPS tracker hanging around his neck. This wasn't just any tracker; it was a multifunctional device that could navigate urban jungles and make emergency calls. Without hesitation, he dialed King. King was with Dustin in a dimly lit diner that had seen better days. The air was thick with tension, neither man particularly pleased to see the other. But the moment King's phone rang and he saw Isaac's name, his demeanor softened. "Little Cricket," he answered, his voice tinged with concern.

"Dad, we're being chased. Me, Brielle... help us."

The tracker was still on Isaac, a beacon amidst the chaos. Despite their bodyguards being taken out, hope wasn't lost as long as the tracker was active. King was up in an instant, rallying Joseph with urgency, "Find Little Cricket and Brielle. Deploy everything we've got to rescue them."

Dustin, overhearing, couldn't sit still either. He was on his phone in a heartbeat, his voice tense, "We've got a situation. Little Falcon's in trouble."

the two men, moments away from a showdown, now shared a ride, setting their differences

slicing through the air. At the castle,

call, felt a wave of relief. In the face of danger, the kid showed courage, reminding

gently patting Noir's head in the backseat, spoke up,

freeway, showing they cared little for the might of the Lynch family, the influence of the royal family, or the power of North American alliances. This was a desperate move, indicating the real danger lay ahead, on the road to the city

on the same wavelength. Heading towards the city would guarantee their capture, especially since King and her brother were likely

force the Lynch family to surrender their diamond empire and hand over the oil riches on a silver platter. They couldn't afford to be caught, nor could they head into the city. "Little Cricket, you're brilliant. Let's cut through this wetland park and head for the hills. Noir's wilderness skills should

than most men when on his hind legs. Together, Brielle and Isaac weighed no

was surprised, finding

If it had been Kailee, she'd probably

road, plowing through the underbrush towards the wetland park. This park, vast and