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.