Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1295

Brielle sat there in silence, leaving King completely in the dark about what she was thinking.

"Brielle."

King finally asked the question that had been eating away at him.

"Are you interested in buying Premier Palace because of me, or because of Max?"

Confusion flickered in Brielle's eyes as she glanced at him.

"King, does it really matter? Aren't you and Max the same person?"

King was visibly shaken, staring at her in shock. Brielle's confusion seemed genuine; she even reached out and touched his forehead, as if checking for a fever. "Why are you asking such a question?"

She had her own secrets, a side of herself she was too scared to show Max. She understood the need to hide parts of oneself. Max had shown his hidden side, while she still struggled with being completely honest. Her fingers continued tapping away on the keyboard, her brow furrowed in concentration. Would Max turn away if he knew her other side? She couldn't risk it.

King sat beside her, utterly dumbstruck. Brielle had always seen him and Max as separate, always wanting Max back and wishing King away. But now, she firmly believed they were the same person. Why?

King was genuinely puzzled but chose to stay quiet, sitting beside her. When Brielle got engrossed in her work, he stood up, saying he needed a smoke.

There was a smoking area on that floor, and he found himself standing alone in the empty hallway, her words echoing in his mind.

"Aren't you and Max the same person?"

Could it be that Brielle, after being hypnotized by Myles to forget her past, also forgot her feelings? If she now believed he and Max were the same, did that mean her love for Max was also love for him? King lit a cigarette and took a slow drag. Max's voice, which he hadn't heard in a long time, suddenly filled his mind.

"She hates the smell of smoke."

A wave of emotion hit King hard, his heart aching as he struggled to calm down. Nicotine was his go-to for solace. "I know, but I can't help it right now."

Max went silent after that. King had

so many questions, wondering if

Max, always so rational, had

foreseen all of this. Had Max intentionally given up control so he could replace the truth? Was Max also waiting for their reconciliation?

King was out of his depth; he knew how to deal with threats and replace physical pleasure, but these intricate emotions were new territory. He chose not to ask, focusing on his cigarette instead.

After several smokes, he cleaned the scent from his fingers in the restroom and checked for any lingering smell before heading back to the office.

That's when a woman, probably

from Stellar Stage Entertainment or another company, approached him her perfume lingering in the air. Her high heels wobbled, and she leaned toward him. King, acting on instinct, steadied her.

The woman, here for negotiations, looked up at King, her eyes flashing with admiration.

"Mr. Dorsey."

She was undoubtedly attractive, a star in her own right, her allure undeniable. Just as King let her go, he saw Brielle at the office door, unsure how long she had been watching.

The woman seemed to recognize Max and kept trying to get closer. King's expression turned cold. He brushed past her and strode towards Brielle.

But Brielle had already entered the elevator, closing the doors right in front of him. King panicked, frantically pressing the call button.

When the elevator doors reopened, he saw Brielle still emanating a chill. He hurriedly explained.

"Little Canary, she tripped and fell into me."

Brielle stayed silent, her mind racing back to the scent of another woman's perfume she had detected on him.