Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1096

"Get up."

King's words were soft, almost a whisper.

Joseph rose from the ground, handing back the dagger with a respectful gesture.

"Sir, do I need to deal with Myles?"

A chuckle escaped King, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "If he's smart, he'd have run off by now. Those folks might have gotten to him. Myles has been by my side long enough to be of use to them." "Sir, I still want to check on him."

A flash of determination crossed Joseph's eyes. If Myles had indeed betrayed them, he felt partly responsible. It was he who had entrusted Myles with the task, giving him the opportunity.

"I'll take the punishment myself."

King had stood up by then, his gaze fixed on the woman doctor in front of him.

"Handled."

If she wouldn't speak, then she'd never get the chance again.

To think, a doctor, trading her ethics for ten million dollars. She may be pitiful, but weren't others just as deserving of pity? What about Isaac?

Leaving the mansion, King felt a heaviness in his heart, memories of a painful past concerning childbirth surfacing. It was a chapter of his life he'd rather forget, the only time he'd fallen seriously ill, comatose for a whole month. "Max?"

He called out mentally, not expecting an answer. Yet, a few minutes later, Max responded with a detached, "Hmm."

"I never used one of those things on Brielle."

The idea of a contraceptive device, despite its effectiveness, was repulsive to him. The thought of it rusting, causing infections, and pain was unbearable. He'd rather undergo surgery himself than subject Brielle to that. He believed Max would feel the same.

"Hmm."

"What does that 'hmm' mean? Don't you believe me? Well, I guess you all think I'm the bad guy."

Silence followed.

King was fuming, "Show yourself."

No response came.

Back at the villa, hearing that Brielle had gone out made his mood plummet.

The servants, noticing his darkening demeanor, were visibly shaken. "Since sir never mentioned Ms. Brielle couldn't leave, we thought..."

Indeed, King hadn't explicitly forbidden Brielle from stepping out. He had simply assumed she would stay by his side.

Now, with Brielle gone and those haunting memories fresh in his mind, his mood turned icy.

Brielle, unaware of his return, had stepped out following a call from Mason. Since the fire incident, she'd been under the weather and out of touch with Mason, who kept her updated via messages. Yet today, Mason had called.

Her phone, taken by King, wasn't on him but left on the nightstand, easily found by Brielle.

She was needed at a company meeting, her first face-to-face with all the executives. Though she had virtually met them during her time in Beaconsfield, this was different.

As Brielle's car neared the company building, it was stopped by another vehicle. Her brow furrowed at the sight of the man stepping out, his expression stormy.

King opened her car door, his dark eyes fixed on her.

The car, borrowed from the villa and

equipped with a tracking system

allowed King to locate her in

seconds, and the driver, a villa servant, went pale at his arrival.

"Sir."

"Get out."

His voice was ice, prompting the servant to quickly vacate the driver's seat.

Brielle, seated in the back, tensed as King approached.

"I'm not running away."

She could tell something was off; he seemed beyond reason, immune to explanations.

"Brielle, why can't you just listen?"

He pulled her closer, his grip firm.

"I don't know what I've done wrong; you're always looking to escape."

A shiver ran through Brielle, her instinct to argue, but he silenced her with a finger to her lips.

"Stop. I don't want to hear it. You want Max back, don't you?"

With a hollow laugh, he scooped her into his arms, heading for his car.

Brielle struggled; the company executives were waiting for her leadership at the meeting, a gathering stirred by her anticipated visit. "King!"

Her protest was cut short as she was pressed into the car's back seat.