Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1171

Irene stayed quiet, the blaring alarms echoing around her. She glanced down at the switchblade in her hand. The world seemed to tilt beneath her, the crashing planes exploding like fireworks in the night sky.

She wiped the blade silently, surveying the hell she had created.

Rain poured harder, making the alarms even more piercing.

She stood tall, unyielding.

Kenzo was gone, vanished without a trace. Irene, distracted for just a moment, hadn't noticed him leave.

Jaired knelt before her.

"It's my fault."

"Enough."

Irene managed a small smile, dabbing at the blood on his cheek with her fingertip, then tasting it on her lips. Salty.

"Brielle! Brielle!"

King was still searching through the chaos, but no one knew where Brielle was being held. He burst into a basement, hoping to find her there. Instead, he found a woman, wary and watchful.

King didn't get a good look at her face and quickly retreated when he realized she wasn't Brielle, throwing over his shoulder, "Get out now, or you're dead." As he slammed the basement door behind him, the roar outside grew louder.

Sarah thought she recognized him, but there wasn't time to think. She had to escape.

every room for Brielle,

international alarms grew louder, voices in several languages

was only then that King remembered the woman he had seen, rushing

"Mom."

and dragging her towards

"Take her and go!"

"Mom," Sarah froze, disbelief in

Her son had no need for plastic

she thought the boy must have mistaken her for someone

into the helicopter

"Brielle! Brielle!"

King was desperate now.

calling her name, but she was too disoriented, her mouth tasting of

the blood

herself being carried, unsure of where they

was carrying her, his other hand

"Cough, cough, cough."

Brielle coughed weakly.

stiffened momentarily but kept

was Brielle, but she knew who

coldly, struggling

with Myles, couldn't

ripped from her eyes, and her pupils shrank at the chaos around

nauseating feeling of being force-fed still churning incher stomach, her lips

mouth, she truly