Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 839

He didn't bother disguising his voice when he spoke those words.

Daisy's eyes widened in alarm, a sudden wave of fear washing over her.

"You—!"

"Thud!"

Brielle and Aiden stepped out of the cab, immediately noticing an unnatural stillness in the air.

Just as Brielle was about to turn the corner, Aiden stopped her.

"Ms. Brielle, there's a smell of blood."

Both Aiden and Addison had undergone professional training; their noses were exceptionally keen to the scent of blood.

Brielle frowned and, by the streetlights, saw a body lying a short distance away. The figure was dressed just like Daisy and hadn't moved for a while.

She wasn't sure if this was a trap or if someone was lying in ambush.

She pulled out her phone, decisively called the police, and then returned to the taxi with Aiden.

The police arrived quickly, lifting Daisy's body onto a stretcher.

As they drew closer, Brielle could see it clearly—a single, clean shot, no unnecessary suffering.

Her lips tightened for a moment, disbelief etched on her face.

She had thought Daisy was merely injured, not dead from a single bullet.

As the body was carried past her and Aiden, a gust of wind blew, lifting a corner of the white sheet covering it.

Daisy's face was frozen in her final expression, full of disbelief and terror.

Brielle's mood darkened instantly.

Daisy was dead.

Gone so abruptly.

Brielle felt like she was on the brink of understanding something, yet it remained just out of reach.

All the clues seemed so intangible.

Why was Daisy at the bar tonight?

After being kicked out by the Barnes family, she should have laid low, like Alivia.

After all, it was in Beaconsfield where the crime occurred.

In peaceful times, a body on the streets, especially one killed by a bullet, sparked conspiracy theories.

Some said Daisy never bore a child for the Barnes family; it was all orchestrated, and now, ousted from the Barnes family, she was assassinated for failing her mission.

Others said Daisy had made many enemies during her time as the Barnes matriarch.

A minority speculated that Daisy must have stumbled upon some damning secret, leading to her demise.

Reading these theories, Brielle felt a spark of insight.

If the person behind this intended to kill Daisy, why not dispose of the body discreetly instead of leaving it so conspicuously by the roadside?

Was it a warning to someone?

The image of Daisy's tense and troubled demeanor from the night before flashed in her mind.

She looked like she was about to reveal something critical but was interrupted by someone she feared.

Brielle's eyes filled with a steely calm as she took out the paper from last night and wrote down the names again.

Andrew, Jaired, Kenzo.