Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1131

As twilight descended, Sarah quietly navigated a narrow path toward Orla's hideout. In this place, everyone adhered to a rigid schedule. No one was permitted outside during curfew, and violators faced severe consequences—no exceptions.

The rules here were stricter than any military camp, but with so many brilliant minds gathered, the organization hardly noticed if a few went missing. Sarah had discovered a hidden route that required sneaking past the women's restroom, a rare blind spot without cameras.

She followed this path, aiming to reach Orla's quarters. Each dorm room housed four people, all painted a clinical white. Besides basic toiletries and bedding, the rooms were bare. Servants would knock daily to collect laundry.

Sarah planned to use this routine to slip into the dormitory building. At the far end, there was a storage room where Orla waited. Orla had been overly emotional at lunch but had since regained her composure. She was, after all, a former prodigy in potion-making and a protective older sister, with a psyche stronger than most.

Soon, the sound of a door unlocking brought a spark of hope to Orla's eyes, and a small smile crept onto her face. Finally, she might get the full details about her sister and perhaps, together with Sarah, find a way to escape. After being trapped here for twenty-eight years, she had almost given up hope. Yet now, a chance for freedom seemed within reach.

But as she opened the tiny door, instead of an escape, she was met with the cold steel of a dagger. The blade pressed against her neck as she stared into the eyes of a stunning woman. Irene, with a mischievous grin and an innocent shrug, said, "Good afternoon, Ms. Hooke. Please, come with me."