Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1025

Brielle couldn't care less about the royal squabbles that had plagued Saudi Arabia for generations. What really grabbed her attention was a specific point in time, exactly ten years ago. That was when Max left their sleepy town of Beaconsfield at just sixteen to conquer Wall Street. Even now, Max's true identity remained a mystery to her, a secret he never chose to disclose. If her suspicions were accurate, the whole scenario was downright bizarre.

Rising from her seat, Brielle shut her laptop and noticed that Dustin was also getting up.

"Got him," he said.

"Who?" she asked.

"Dummy."

"Little Hawk, you should get some rest. I'll go check it out," Dustin suggested.

Brielle frowned, "Bro, I'm coming with you."

Dustin didn't argue.

When they arrived at the scene, the first thing Brielle noticed was a pool of blood, sending a chill down her spine. The trail of blood led into a dark corner. She grabbed Dustin's arm and shook her head, signaling caution.

The cars parked nearby still had their headlights on, but the people were gone. The area clearly showed signs of a fierce struggle-trampled grass and, more ominously, no sign of Dustin's team or Dummy.

With her sharp eyesight, Brielle spotted a note pinned to a tree. She recognized the handwriting as Kenzo's from their university days spent together in the library. His sudden request for a meeting puzzled her.

The note included an address and an urgent plea to meet alone, claiming he had discovered a secret. Knowing the place and sensing the urgency in Kenzo's message, Brielle communicated silently with Dustin, quickly forming a plan.

The last time Brielle let Kenzo go, she considered her debt to him repaid. She had made it clear that their next meeting would be as adversaries. Given his near-fatal betrayal of Dustin, forgiveness was out of the question. Sharing the enemy's message with a loved one was a no-brainer for Brielle, especially under such strange circumstances. She suspected Kenzo knew she wouldn't come alone.

Driving separately from Dustin, Brielle navigated through several back alleys before entering a diner that reminded her of their favorite spot back in Beaconsfield. Its hidden location and nostalgic decor suggested it relied on regulars.

Kenzo, already seated inside, didn't look up but pushed a cup of tea toward her.

"Still getting used to life in North America?" he asked, his tone unnervingly calm.

Brielle didn't appreciate his professor-like demeanor, acting as if past grievances didn't exist. She sat down, her voice icy, "Kenzo, get to the point."

He looked thoughtful, staring into his tea. "You were quite aloof in college, not one for socializing. I should never have approached you," he mused, almost to himself, stirring his tea absentmindedly. Brielle wanted to stop him right there; she had no interest in rehashing their past, a past devoid of any significant memory.

"But my father insisted I meet you, to make you fall for me."

At that, Brielle's frown deepened, suspecting he referred to 'the professor' as his father.

"I was confident, given my flawless public persona. I've never failed to seduce any woman my father pointed me towards."

Hearing this, Brielle's grip on her cup tightened. What was Kenzo implying?

She looked up, meeting his gaze. He still embodied the gentle demeanor from their first encounter. To the

world, Kenzo was the epitome of et

gentleness, never seen angry of displaying any emotion otherthan calm.

Max was the cold, Andrew the fire, and Kenzo, the deep ocean-gentle in the shallows, mysterious in the depths. His public image was

impeccable, admired by many net

Beaconsfield and beyond, and even after stepping out of the limelight, fans still held out hope for his return.

"But you never liked me. You were polite but distant," he continued.