Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Max nodded, his eyes lingering on her lips before he chuckled softly. "Still got a headache?" Brielle, a bit slow to catch on, looked away, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. "You should go." "Will you reach out to me?"

"Yeah."

A small smile played on Max's lips as he extended a finger. "Keep it on the down-low?"

Standing by the window, Brielle hooked her pinkie with his. "Yeah."

Max withdrew his hand, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off his chest.

Brielle stayed put, watching the car slowly drive away. It took a moment for her to snap back to reality, patting her cheeks gently. She hadn't met anyone easier to cheer up than Max.

As Patrick drove, he glanced at Max through the rearview mirror. Max's eyes had a certain glow, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Patrick sighed in relief. Had Max really been cheered up?

Patrick couldn't help but smile himself. People often said Max was just a businessman, indifferent to emotions. But Patrick always thought that was exactly why Max didn't overthink things like other men, who saw showing vulnerability as a sign of weakness.

To harvest flowers, you need to plant seeds. If you plant cacti, you'll only get thorns. In a relationship, if both people just try to conquer and control, neither will be happy. Love needs vulnerability, a desire to protect, and an eagerness to please.

Few can handle the madness of love, let alone the constraints imposed by society. But Max didn't care about any of that, so he was always the first to show vulnerability.

Brielle was still standing there, her heart racing. Only when the car was out of sight did she lean against a nearby tree, her legs trembling from standing too long. Her cheeks were flushed red.

Meanwhile, Dustin Lynch got into his car, looking at the strand of hair wrapped around his finger, his expression unreadable.

After a moment, he handed the hair to the person next to him. "Get a DNA test done, compare it with my dad's."

The person, shrouded in shadows, took the hair respectfully and nodded.

Dustin tapped his fingertips lightly

on the window frame, his eyes

under your watch. Nol

sharp. Keep the whole procesenet

The shadowy figure nodded and made a gesture, assuring Dustin of his compliance.

Dustin's lips curved into a smile, but his eyes were ruthless. "Check up on Mark."

His companion nodded again and started sending messages.

Dustin chuckled softly, a fierce look in his eyes. "Beaconsfield, quite the interesting place."

The car was filled with a chill, but neither the driver nor the person next to Dustin dared to speak.

Dustin looked at the spot on his finger

twistingere the hair had been, it slightly. "Dummy, hop

many years have you been with me?"

The person next to him, his face marred by ugly scars, began to sign with his hands.

Dustin leaned back, his arms casually crossed. "Replace everyone I've sent to Beaconsfield, except you."

The other man nodded, quickly relaying the orders.

Dustin gazed out the window, his expression growing colder. If Brielle really was his sister, what had he missed all these years?

A Mark who had been by her side for

so many years, someone who could tamper with DNA results, and even more people influencing her fate.

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Dustin's fists slowly clenched, the relaxed demeanor on his face fading away.