Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1164

Arthur let out a relieved sigh, "Thanks," he said appreciatively.

Connecting the royal family with an organization like this was a ticking time bomb, a scandal that could rock the monarchy to its core. Every royal who took the throne had to go to extreme lengths to keep the base's existence a secret. If word got out, the entire North American government would be shamed on the world stage.

Arthur wanted to be that prince, but he wasn't keen on carrying the weight of this explosive secret. Teaming up with Dustin, he could take out his rival Irene and diminish the risk surrounding the base, making its existence seem innocent. The talents trapped inside the base? They could easily be pinned on Irene, absolving the North American monarchy completely.

So, Irene had to go. Her death would ensure that her secret, being the princess's daughter, went with her to the grave.

Dustin understood Arthur's game plan, but they had to cooperate for now; they couldn't keep Brielle waiting much longer. They still didn't know why Brielle had been taken, so every second counted.

Once Arthur was untied, he wasted no time in betraying all of Irene's royal supporters. Dustin and King exchanged a knowing look, quickly organizing several allied families to seize control of these royals, preventing them from sending any distress signals and cutting off any reinforcements for the organization. The plan was in motion.

Meanwhile, Brielle, blindfolded, was clueless about her destination. After getting off the helicopter and enduring a rough car ride, they finally stopped.

"Jaired, where are you taking me?" she asked, her tone calm as he helped her out of the car and guided her forward. The uncertainty of each step made her uneasy.

"Whose side are you on, and what's your goal?" she pressed, having cycled through countless reasons for Jaired's actions but replaceing none that fit.

She stumbled slightly and almost fell forward, but Jaired caught her by the shoulders, pulling her back.

"Watch your step."

Brielle frowned, her hands tied

behind her back, making it hard to move freely. "What are you trying to do?" she asked, now sitting on the ground after an hour of walking, her legs feeling like jelly.

Jaired squatted in front of her, amused by her predicament, her face partly hidden by the black cloth.

"I told you, I'm taking you to meet someone you know. They wanted me to kill you on the spot. If it weren't for a last-minute change of plans, you'd be history."

Even with the blindfold, Brielle's furrowed brow showed her concern. Jaired watched her for a moment before pulling her up by the arm.

"Let's go."

They walked for what felt like ages until the noise around them faded, and she was pushed into a room. Were they at the organization's base now?

"Jaired, if there's something you want, you don't have to team up with this organization. We could work together, right?" Brielle tried to keep him talking, hoping to gather more information.

Jaired, ready to leave, paused at her words. Sensing his hesitation, Brielle continued, "You know who I am. With Max on our side, we can meet any demand you have. Just say the word." Before she could finish, her chin was abruptly grabbed.

"Brielle, you need to understand that some people are born with everything and want for nothing. Their abundance makes life dull."

Brielle didn't know Jaired well,

having only seen him a few times in

Beaconsfield. She had thought he

was easier to read than Kenzo, whose depth was clear even behind his gentle facade. But Jaired seemingly straightforward, proved to be just as enigmatic.

He claimed to love Alivia, yet humiliated her when she sought his help. His actions, ever since his first appearance in Beaconsfield, were boldly transparent. Yet, this very transparency made his current intentions all the more

unfathomable.