Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 783

When she saw the number dialing out, she froze for a moment but didn't hang up.

She recalled the spat she'd had with Max, their communication severed by someone else's doing. The text message that came through from Aubree wasn't really Aubree. Then, it meant someone had hijacked Aubree's phone.

It’s the top-tier hacker Patrick had mentioned.

It seemed she had wrongfully accused Andrew last time. Maybe Andrew had indeed infected her phone with a virus, but he hadn't tried to control it.

Brielle heard a voice on the other end, but it wasn't Max's — just a jumble of noises.

She was about to speak when she felt her car falter once more. She was a long way from Pearl Estate and even farther from the bustling city center.

She and Aubree had managed to avoid being sandwiched by two cars last time, but now one of her tires had blown, making a strange noise. If the car behind kept up the chase, she would be forced to stop sooner or later.

She had to save herself.

At least until Max arrived, she had to save herself.

She floored the gas pedal and glanced in the rearview mirror. Only one car was in pursuit.

With an almost robotic decisiveness, Brielle stopped the car, abandoned it, grabbed her phone, and dashed into the dense woods nearby.

The stretch of road was well-landscaped, connecting to the largest mountain in Beaconsfield. Now, under the cover of night, she could use the foliage for cover, buying herself time.

Brielle ran wildly forward, her breath forming white clouds in the night air.

She left the car because there was just one vehicle chasing her. Since the driver hadn't rammed her yet, she surmised they were confident she wouldn't get away tonight.

The certainty of those chasing her meant there was a greater danger ahead!

Abandoning the car was the smartest move. It bought her time.

Her foot slipped on an unstable rock, and she tumbled down the hillside. Her phone fell to one side. She struggled to reach for it, her body wracked with pain.

All around her, silence prevailed as if all sound had vanished. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and with bloodied fingertips, she reached for her phone.

Her eyes quivered, seeing that the call was still connected.