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.

burned with rage, wishing she could tear Fisher apart right then and there. But she was

Fisher, despite

the forgotten ones, but Fisher's people brought us

terrifying things, especially when it's intertwined with the hope brought by Fisher's medical aid to these forsaken people. This

"Are you from Australia? I've been there." Her eyes were full

woman's wounds. She wasn't from a peaceful era, merely a peaceful country. The horror before her made her stomach turn. But this might not even be the darkest aspect of the

deal between the village elder

a moment before shaking her head slightly. "Sorry, I don't

knowing Fisher would return soon. She closed