Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 608

Chapter 608 

Ricardo arched an eyebrow. The undercurrent of violence that usually ran through his veins had ebbed away. He looked at the man before him, a hint of mirth twinkling in his eyes. “I’m in a good mood tonight, so don’t feel like killing you. Quit buzzing around like an annoying fly.” 

The man didn’t speak, casually crossing his arms across his chest. After a long pause, he finally asked, “What about the boss? He wants Brielle gone.” 

Ricardo looked up, his face the picture of innocence. “So you go back and tell him I’ve found a new plaything.” 

Indeed, to Ricardo, everyone was merely a toy. He was intrigued by Brielle – her emotions, her thoughts, and her entire being piqued his curiosity. 

Such an interesting toy couldn’t just die. The world would be so dull without her. 

A violent glint flickered across the man’s face. “Do you understand the consequences of your words?” 

Ricardo squinted his eyes, his pale fingers twirling a dagger. “When I tire of this new toy, I’ll head back.” 

The implication was clear: try to stop me, and I won’t hesitate to eliminate the obstacle right 

now. 

The man caught sight of the dagger, and his expression froze for a moment. Ricardo was the most ruthless of them all. 

His face could easily pass for that of a naive college kid to the outside world, but only those in his inner circle knew he was anything but. He could be anyone. 

The boss had said it himself: Ricardo was born for the kill. No technique, no weapon was beyond his mastery. He was the strongest and the freest. He killed simply because he enjoyed 

1. it. 

The man eventually fell silent, huffing with frustration, “I’ll report this to him, but you might not have many peaceful days ahead. Enjoy the calm while it lasts.” 

Ricardo looked up and smiled, looking disarmingly sweet. “I intend to have a blast.” 

The man left in a huff, powerless and annoyed. 

Ricardo didn’t usually talk so much. Tonight, his spirits were so high he even hummed a tune as he walked. 

Meanwhile, Brielle stood on the balcony upstairs, gazing at the Beaconsfield night without a word. The most luxurious city also harbored the filthiest secrets. 

She lowered her gaze and returned to Aubree’s hospital room. 

Aubree was still in the bathroom. Through the closed door, Brielle heard the sounds of retching 

Chapter 608 

and running water. She stood by the door, wanting to knock, but ultimately refrained. 

Her mouth agape, she wanted to speak but couldn’t utter a word. 

Aubree emerged, locking eyes with her. Both faces flushed. 

“Aubree, are you hungry?” 

Aubree shook her head, dragging her weary body back to bed with Brielle trailing behind her. 

The doctor’s knock startled Aubree. Her whole body shivered – a reflex from her current state. 

Seeing her like this pained Brielle even more. She stepped out to speak with the doctor, who handed her a morning–after pill with an apologetic look. “If she doesn’t want a pregnancy, it’s best to take this.” 

Brielle’s pupils contracted, her fingers trembling.