Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1343

She kicked the professor away with one strong shove, feeling utterly drained. The professor kept vomiting, blood blooming on his chest from a gunshot wound-definitely a silenced pistol. Who had come down here?

Brielle felt tears well up, realizing King's men must be here. But now, she was trapped. She kicked the professor again, a wave of nausea hitting her, but nothing came up. The professor let out a weak chuckle before dying, his bloodshot eyes staring blankly, clearly proud of his final act.

Catching her breath, Brielle took off her jacket and cleaned the blood from her ankle. She continued forward. Around the corner, she saw a figure that looked strikingly like King. Hope flared in her eyes as she instinctively ran towards him.

"King!" she called out. But as he turned, her relief vanished. It wasn't King. It was a man who looked eerily similar, bleeding from every orifice. Terror seized Brielle, her legs giving out as she screamed. These were Fisher's decoys, surgically altered to look like King. She stood frozen, watching the man collapse with a bullet wound to the forehead.

eyes. King said nothing, just hoisted her onto his back. He radioed the others, saying he had found her and ordering a retreat. The

about the blood on her ankle, she began to struggle. "I can walk. I have the strength," she insisted. King smiled gently. "Brielle,

an eternity before they emerged into daylight, greeted by the faces of the

local government," he said. He had pledged twenty tons of medical supplies, feminine products, and a billion dollars to ensure a hospital was built. With proper healthcare and clean

Brielle stepped back, pale with fear. King, startled, tried to comfort her.

details with the government. They headed back to the city. Jaired, standing behind them, was worried about

on, thinking it might protect others if

Irene and head out," he

drove away, Jaired was consumed with worry over Irene's silence. Could something have gone