Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1075

"Of course, I'm doing exactly what I want to do."

King's answer was quick, and in the next moment, the sound of guns being cocked filled the air, a synchronized chorus that hinted at multiple people involved.

But he didn't flinch. Instead, he casually traced the rim of his coffee cup with his fingertips.

"Are you sure you want to start something here? She's under my control, like putty in my hands, to mold as I please."

Dustin's chest heaved with rage, itching to pull the trigger and end King right there. He couldn't bear to think of what Brielle had endured, despite his promises to protect her.

A vicious glint flashed in his eyes as he kicked the table in front of him, sending it flying.

Dustin was known for his agility, which had allowed him to escape from Kenzo and his men in the past. And King was just as skilled, having spent years eliminating obstacles for Max.

As the table soared towards him, King swiftly retreated, kicking the table up into the air.

"Boom!"

The table crashed down, sounding like the start of a war. Dustin's punches followed, but King was quick to dodge, making them evenly matched.

"Why are you so angry?" King genuinely wondered. "What's wrong with her being with me? The Lynch family has other enemies to deal with. If she goes back, she'll just become a target. With me, I'll keep her safe." That was his reasoning. While dodging Dustin's punches, he continued to back away. The small coffee shop suddenly felt too cramped for their skirmish.

"Is this how you protect her? By forcing her?" Dustin's words were laced with self-anger, upset at himself for even thinking King would keep Brielle safe. This man was nothing but a beast, a scoundrel! "King, I can intervene in the Saudi affairs. Don't think you can do whatever you want."

King's temper flared as well. "If it wasn't for me getting you to that doctor, do you think you'd still be alive? You're ungrateful. I saved you for Brielle's sake."

As soon as he finished speaking, a punch sent his mask flying. King touched his swollen lip, recalling how Brieffe had slapped him in the morning and now her brother in the afternoon. He felt like an outcast, unwelcome by all.

Back in the day, Dustin and Max used to share laughs, but now, after King had saved him, Dustin had turned hostile. Unfair.

Dustin, looking at the familiar face,

raised an eyebrow, then furrowed it at the mention of the doctor, torn between which piece of news was

more shocking. He stepped back, scrutinizing the man before him.

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It was impossible for anyone to resemble someone else to this extent, not even twins. But the man before him was unmistakably Max.

Piecing together his sister's behavior, Dustin guessed a possibility. Was Max suffering from amnesia?

But as long as this person was Max, regardless of which version, he wouldn't harm Brielle, and Dustin breathed a sigh of relief. Yet, something about this man irked him.

If King was indeed Max, then it meant he had also conspired with the butler to obstruct the Lynch family's quest in Beaconsfield. His expression turned icy.

Max didn't seem to suffer from

memory loss, given his control over Saudi oil and resources on par with the Lynch family. If it were amnesia, his personality wouldn't hav@shifted so drastically.

What game was he playing?

Seeing the slap mark on King's cheek, Dustin couldn't help but assume Brielle was responsible, sparking an idea.

"Brielle's handiwork?"

King reacted like a cat with its tail stepped on, instantly defensive. But Dustin's mocking gaze stopped him short, leaving his words trapped in his throat.