Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1326

Fisher was heading towards the room, and Brielle quickly scrambled back to bed, laying down in the exact position she was in when he left. Bryan was trailing behind him, catching bits and pieces about the troubles in North America.

"Bryan, my ambitions aren't just limited to Saudi Arabia; I've got my eyes on North America too. Unfortunately, the royal families there are useless. Now, a woman has gone and stirred up trouble, making things even messier. Looks like I'll have to focus on Saudi Arabia for now. I need to teach my son a lesson." As the door swung open, both men saw Brielle lying on the bed.

A grin spread across Fisher's face. "Bryan, you've been with me for years, and you've never experienced the pleasures of a woman. This one's my son's favorite. I can hand her over to you. Have your fun, then it's my turn. You know me, I'm not picky." Brielle was undeniably beautiful, the epitome of an Australian beauty, her allure delicate and captivating.

Bryan couldn't deny her beauty, but his face remained impassive. He was about to decline when Fisher got a call, patting him on the shoulder before stepping out.

"Make it quick. I'll want my turn with her tonight."

His words showed he didn't see her as a person at all.

Fisher left quickly, clearly caught up in other matters.

Bryan slowly approached the bedside, studying her face for a moment.

He stayed still, and so did Brielle.

Soon, Bryan moved to sit by the window, planning to stay there for a couple of hours before leaving. If he didn't, Fisher would insist, possibly expecting him to carry out gruesome acts just to prove a point. Fisher had no boundaries in these matters, but Bryan was different.

further trouble, he decided to prolong his

her eyes, meeting his

instinctively, she asked,

Jaired was, but seeing this man's silhouette and stature, the name just

name emerged spontaneously, she must know someone

involuntarily shuddered, lifting his

"Who?"

You look like

his arms around himself, "Don't know

to dig deeper, to find a name that might trigger a reaction from him. If not Jaired, then

was a blank. The more she tried to remember, the more her

paled, her gaze falling to the seashell bracelet on her wrist. She had worn it when she set out,

seashell bracelet, who

throbbed, hinting at a

the ocean, a carefree woman

Brielle's forehead, the

carefree woman, familiar with Jaired, but her name was just

grappled with these fragments of memories,