Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1323

Brielle watched the woman, tears silently streaming down her face. She furrowed her brows and tried speaking in Arabic, "What's your relation to Fisher?"

The woman seemed taken aback; she hadn't expected Brielle to know Arabic. Ever since the old king sought refuge here, nearly all the locals had learned the language. The village elder had declared these people should be treated like messiahs, almost divine beings. "Slaves," the woman replied. With the hand she could still move, she pointed to several other crates in the room. "We're all just slaves for him to vent his frustrations on."

Brielle's heart pounded, disbelief compelling her to open each crate, only to confirm her fears. Each one contained a woman. Some had their limbs severed, their bodies fixed inside the crates, exposing only the parts a man would desire.

Her stomach churned wildly, nearly making her vomit right there. She had suspected the old king was a monster, given his tolerance for his ministers' atrocities back in Saudi Arabia and his deceit towards Simone during his time as a prince. He was the epitome of a pseudo-elite, cloaking his vile and dark interior with a facade of respectability.

But seeing this scene firsthand still shocked Brielle to her core. In Fisher's eyes, women were no different from livestock. She couldn't bear to meet the eyes of these women, quickly closing the crates again, fighting the urge to throw up. She returned to the cabinet. The woman in the cabinet was the only one who seemed to retain her sanity, and her limbs were intact. But she was pregnant, still trapped in this cabinet. Fisher's deeds were beyond beastly.

apart right then and there. But she was still unfamiliar with the situation and couldn't act

locals still adore Fisher,

no cure in sight. We're the forgotten ones, but Fisher's people brought us medical aid and drinking water. The surrounding villages all trust them deeply. If outsiders try to confront them,

can make people do terrifying things, especially when it's intertwined with the hope brought by Fisher's

you from Australia? I've been

might salt the woman's wounds. She wasn't from a peaceful era, merely a peaceful country. The horror before her made her

the village

woman fell silent for a moment before shaking her head slightly. "Sorry, I

further. She couldn't free the woman from the cabinet, knowing Fisher would return soon. She closed the cabinet door and moved to the window Ricardo and the professor were gone, probably