Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1062

It was outright bullying, sheer force over reason.

If you talked to him gently, he might listen, but only when you were both behind closed doors.

Tears welled up in Brielle's eyes as she heard footsteps outside—the unmistakable sound of Myles.

Frozen with fear, she felt herself being lifted onto the table in a humiliating position.

“Lost your song, Little Canary?” he taunted.

Brielle's cheeks flushed with anger, and a fierce look flashed in her eyes. “One day, I'll make you pay for this.”

The man was taken aback, then chuckled as he lightly gripped her chin. “Impressive. That’s got more bite than calling me a brute.”

Brielle trembled with rage in his presence. She couldn’t outfight him or outwit him. She couldn’t even stoop to his level of shamelessness without feeling degraded.

Her eyes reddened in a flash.

Little did Brielle know, she would eventually join Dorsey International and sharpen her verbal skills in the corporate world. She’d never find herself at a loss for words again, no matter who she faced. Perhaps deep down, she knew she needed to hone her verbal jabs.

Not only that, but she also learned to keep her emotions under wraps, never letting anyone provoke her to the point of tears.

But she was still young, facing such a personality for the first time. Her usual composure had vanished, replaced by a voice forced out by desperation.

She could clearly hear Myles's footsteps halting outside the door, as he had come to offer her psychological support these past days. But at that moment, he stopped, likely having heard something.

King seemed to enjoy her embarrassment, as if he were a male animal flaunting his conquest, making sure all rivals knew she was his and his alone.

With no other options, Brielle buried her head in his shoulder, unable to control her voice any longer.

Outside, Myles's hand had already reached for the doorknob. Hearing the intermittent sounds, his fingers twitched. A fleeting emotion crossed his eyes before he stepped back, glanced at the surveillance cameras, and quickly left, not wanting his own turmoil to be witnessed.

This thought, heavy with implication, stirred a storm of emotions within him, yet he masked them well. The true skill of a hypnotist, he mused, was in hypnotizing oneself.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Brielle heard Myles's footsteps fade away and pushed against the man before her in frustration.

Unmoved, he held her head, his kisses leaving her breathless.

For King, these memories were precious.

Before Brielle had actively pursued Max, King had never considered removing Max from the picture. They were indispensable to their respective thrones—Max with his DreamTech Designs and Dorsey International, King with his oil interests and casinos.

King was sensitive in matters of the heart but desperately starved of love.

In a way, Max’s lack of ordinary emotions was a blessing, sparing him the grief of a mother’s futile courage and the filth of human sentiment.

Max’s emotional world was as blank as a sheet of paper, whereas King’s was tainted with the world’s darkest shades, so sullied that he doubted the existence of true feelings.