Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 828

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How did the Barnes family crumble overnight? Where did he get his intel from?

He kept his cool until someone crossed his line, then it was game over for the Barneses.

King flipped his silver mask over, a cold smirk tugging at his lips. "He's just watching the fireworks from the sidelines."

But he couldn't grasp why Max chose to be just a spectator.

Only when Brielle's life was in jeopardy did he fly into a rage.

Max was a puzzle; he seemed indifferent but held all the cards.

King suspected that most of the time, Max was just playing a role.

Like the ultimate predator, Max effortlessly and secretly blended into the background of all the schemes, watching Brielle fight her battles, level up, and grow stronger because she cared about him. He must be pretty proud of her.

King's grip on the mask tightened, the cold metal nearly cutting into his palm.

Max wasn’t unwilling to help Brielle out of trouble; it’s just that she had shown remarkable strength and a stubborn streak from the start. So, he was taming her.

The word “taming” flashed in his mind, and his palm felt the sting of the mask's edge.

Yeah, he was taming Brielle, making her dependent, trustworthy, inseparable.

And stronger.

He couldn't figure Max out.

Teeth clenched in a sneer, he gave orders to the shadowy figure behind him.

"Antonio's been looking for a partner, right? Grant his request. He's been fed up with William for ages, and probably holds a grudge against Michael too."

"Got it."

"Send more men to find Dustin. Don't come back without his body."

"Understood."

After giving his orders, the man lowered his head to study the mask in his hands.

He truly didn't know what Max was up to, so his only choice was to stir up trouble.