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 senses and bringing tears to 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 the local

rope they'd descended on, King silently led Brielle out. She knew it was him. Worried about the blood on her ankle, she began to struggle. "I can walk. I have

back tears. It felt like an eternity before they emerged into daylight,

medical supplies, feminine products,

fear. King,

headed back to the city. Jaired, standing behind them, was worried about Irene's silence.

suit in the car and started putting it on, thinking it might protect others

Irene and head out,"

they drove away, Jaired was consumed with worry