Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 971

"What's on your mind?"

His grip tightened on her chin, his voice dangerously close.

Brielle recoiled, disgusted, but even that slight movement seemed to set him off.

"Aubree hasn't been sent back yet, has she?"

Brielle froze, pressing her lips tightly together in silence. The two sat there, wordless.

The TV droned on in the background with news about Max. Brielle couldn't care less about the media's take on him. The same people who had torn Max to shreds were now praising him to the heavens.

Everyone had condemned Max, leaving him in tatters. The jeers that had echoed so loudly were now replaced with applause.

It was all so fleeting, so hollow.

The silence broke with Antonio's hurried footsteps. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the cold, masked man on the sofa, and he rushed forward, barely containing his excitement.

"Sir!"

He looked like he wanted to bow down in reverence, but Brielle's presence held him back.

"Sir, I've done everything you asked. What should I do next?"

Desperation filled his eyes.

Brielle, overhearing Antonio's plea, realized he had made a deal with this man.

Dealing with the devil never ends well.

If King truly wanted to help Antonio, he wouldn't still be empty-handed after all this time.

Clearly, it was all just a game to him.

"Sir, now that Max has acquired Dorsey International, how can I turn the tide?" Antonio's hopeful question made Brielle chuckle.