Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 812

Annie was still trying to piece together what had just happened.

It all started this morning as she strolled into the Dorsey Tower lobby, where Patrick flagged her down, saying they had a meeting to attend. She didn't think much of it. But the moment she slid into the car, she felt a heavy blow against her back, and everything went black.

Before passing out, Annie didn't even realize her cover had been blown.

She woke up at half-past eleven, the sun beaming outside.

Seeing the gun pointed at her forehead, she lifted an eyebrow and flashed a bright smile.

"What's the deal, bro?" she quipped, utterly unruffled.

Max wasn’t there, but Annie wasn’t naive; she knew this had his blessing.

"Good luck explaining to my godfather if you kill me," she added with a smirk, her face a picture of calm amusement.

The man in front of her, dressed in a uniform, wordlessly handed her passport and credentials.

Annie shrugged indifferently until a screen popped up, showing Murray, pale and fragile, lying in a hospital bed.

Her smile faded, and she blinked in disbelief.

She had assumed Murray's body was likely picked clean by animals in some ravine, never expecting him to be alive.

"Annie, you recognize him, don’t you?" came Brielle’s voice.

Annie narrowed her eyes. So that's why they bolted so quickly last night—they had figured out her angle.

Her lips twisted into a slight smile.

"Now that you mention it, I do recall a certain mutt I thought was dead. Turns out he's still kicking."

Her tone was light, as if she barely regarded Murray as human.

But through the screen, Murray looked at her with longing, resentment, and obsession. Despite everything, if Annie called, he’d come running, tail wagging.