Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 865

"If you're not into her, hand her over to me," a voice murmured, suddenly closer, almost in his ear.

"Get lost."

Max's icy stare cut through the air like a knife. The room was empty, devoid of anyone.

He rubbed his temples and stood up, heading toward the door, but froze as he reached for the handle. A flicker of something complex passed through his eyes. Then there was a knock on the door, followed by a respectful voice.

"Sir, everything's been arranged."

Max opened the door, replying with a casual "Hmm."

"Where's the person?"

"They took off, but they can't have gotten far. Our people are on it."

Max nodded and stepped outside. The place had been bustling when he first came in, but now it was deserted. It was like the masquerade ball had been a mirage. He ascended to the balcony where Brielle was supposed to wait, but it was empty.

A flicker of fury crossed his eyes.

"Where's Brielle?"

The person behind him lowered their head in a mix of respect and fear.

"Ms. Brielle followed the pursuit; we couldn't stop her."