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.

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

was him. Worried about the blood on her ankle, she began to struggle. "I can walk. I

an eternity before they emerged into daylight, greeted by the

up to the local government," he said. He had pledged twenty tons of medical supplies, feminine products,

leaned in to kiss her, but Brielle stepped back, pale with fear. King, startled,

details with the government. They headed back to the city. Jaired, standing behind them, was worried about Irene's silence. He needed to check on

and started putting it on, thinking it might protect others

and head out," he

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