Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

King watched the scene with a glint of amusement in his eyes. Brielle, feeling down, straightened up and followed him into the car, heading to the airport. Ricardo was with them, but he wasn't his usual sunny self. His face was cold and hard the whole time. Brielle couldn't shake the images she had seen. That so-called professor was tormenting Ricardo, sending daily pictures of his sister's body, even threatening to desecrate her remains. Ricardo was barely holding it together, his fingers almost getting sliced by his dagger several times.

Once on the plane, King's expression turned serious. He stared out the window with a look that could kill, plotting revenge.

Brielle felt completely out of her element. Just thinking about it made her whole body ache. She leaned on King for support, not knowing what else to do.

King noticed her trembling and recalled what the psychiatrist had said. Brielle had been through hallucinations and her mental state was fragile. She shouldn't be exposed to things beyond her understanding. Seeing her pale face, he gently pressed her temples. "Brielle, promise me you won't think about anything. Just stay by my side, that's all you need to do. Just follow me," he said softly.

The pain made her vision blur, but his voice calmed her. King held her close, gently patting her back.

"Don't worry, we'll be back soon. Just think of this as a trip to Saudi Arabia," he reassured her.

comforting hand on her back, the pain in Brielle's head eased. She nestled into his embrace,

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toss the man into a cremation furnace. But his mother had advised him to ignore the man if they ever crossed paths. So, after taking

top assassin, was visibly seething. The best assassins could blend into a crowd without a hint of their deadly nature, but those photos had deeply affected him. Thinking about his sister being disrespected like that made Ricardo furious. His eyes flashed with anger as he spun

comfort her, eventually drifting off

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frowned, glancing at King. Was he really this popular

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were already seated. The political power in