Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 988

Brielle furrowed her brow, sizing up the man in front of her without taking his outstretched hand. Myles, seemingly unfazed by her scrutiny, glanced around the room instead.

"Lost, are you? I can show you the way out," he offered.

The upper floors of the casino were seldom visited by outsiders, and Brielle had made her way up the stairs without any interference. The place was vast, each section boasting a unique atmosphere, a testament to how much the elusive King enjoyed his luxuries.

There was something about Myles that Brielle didn't quite trust. He exuded a sense of danger, mixed with an indescribable aura. With a frown, she turned to leave the way she'd come, but Myles followed closely behind.

"Here to see King?"

Brielle had no recollection of Myles, but despite his seemingly cold demeanor, he had an odd warmth towards her.

"Yeah."

"He's injured. It'll be a while before he's back on his feet."

Something felt off to Brielle, but she couldn't put her finger on it. By the time they reached the ground floor, she was acutely aware of his presence behind her, and her tone grew colder.

"Is there something you want?"

"I'm Ramey's cousin."

Ramey? Brielle was taken aback and took a closer look at Myles. Indeed, there was a resemblance. But his skin was unusually pale, as if he hadn't seen daylight in ages.

"What's your relation to King?"

"I'm his doctor." When Myles saw she was inclined to talk more, his lips curved into a small smile. "How's the toast to his health? He told me he's been staying at the Premier Palace."

In Brielle's world, Ramey was a distant relative of Wesley, and Myles, being Ramey's cousin, must also be related to Wesley.

"Yeah."