Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 841

Brielle sank into the couch, feeling the weight of the day settle on her shoulders. She hadn’t planned on getting involved in the Dorsey family mess, but with Victoria showing up at her door, it was clear Michael was in some serious trouble.

But her mind was preoccupied with Daisy's case. She rubbed her temples and grabbed her phone, dialing Aiden.

“Addy, I need you to dig into Daisy’s calls and movements. Find out who she was supposed to meet.”

The killer had left Daisy’s body out in the open, likely as a warning to whoever Daisy was meeting. Daisy’s phone had probably been combed through, but with no useful info. The killer likely didn’t know who Daisy was meeting, which is why they left such a gruesome message.

If only they could figure out who that person was. Brielle’s lashes dipped as she thought. If even the mastermind didn’t know who Daisy contacted, asking Addy to find clues would be a tall order.

But maybe there were some breadcrumbs left behind? And even if Daisy’s lead dried up, there were other paths to explore. A thought struck Brielle, and her eyes darkened. She left Premier Palace, instructing Addison to drive her to Murray’s place.

Murray had been doing better these days, but seeing Brielle put him on high alert. She knew he was a tech genius.

“Addison, I need a top-tier computer set up in the storage room down the hall within half an hour,” she ordered.

She planned to use Murray’s hacking skills. Addison didn’t question her and went to get it done. Murray glared at Brielle, his lips a tight line. It was his failure to kill Brielle that had led to such cruel treatment from Miss Annie.

If he could make amends, she might forgive him and take him back. Murray couldn’t speak, and the doctors doubted he ever would again, but he didn’t care. If Miss Annie wanted his life, he’d give it willingly. It was his fault he’d been discarded.

Over the past few days, he’d made up his mind to leave and find Miss Annie. She was his faith, his deepest desire. Even if Annie wanted him dead, he’d accept it without regret.