Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1019

Brielle decided she didn't need to follow King anymore. The mystery that had been gnawing at her seemed solvable now, if only she had the courage to lift that mask. But she was too scared. If it turned out to be who she thought, then what about the kid?

The child who looked so much like Max-whose kid was he?

The thought of the child brought back the painful memory of her miscarriage, their baby that never came to be, while another's child had already grown so much.

Even if it wasn't Max's fault and he might not even know about the child, it still hurt like hell.

Lost in her thoughts, Brielle was snapped back to reality when a car suddenly appeared in front of her. She slammed the brakes, but it was too late; she rear-ended the vehicle, and it was her fault entirely. She stepped out and walked over to the other car, tapping on the window.

Instead of the window rolling down, a man who looked like an assistant stepped out to discuss the details of the accident with her.

After exchanging contact information and ready to leave, Brielle saw the car window finally roll down, revealing a face she knew all too well.

The ruggedness that had once defined him was gone. Now, with glasses and a clean-shaven face, he looked almost scholarly.

Frozen in place, Brielle felt a chill run down her spine.

The man adjusted his glasses and gave her a smile.

"Long time no see, Bri."

He used to call her 'Bri' in that same gentle tone.

But Brielle hadn't expected him to look so young. Back in Beaconsfield, he had seemed closer to sixty.

Now, sitting in a luxury car and with those glasses on, he looked no different from the elites in their circle, perhaps in his forties.

Brielle's fingers twitched as she let out a cold snicker.

"Yeah, Mark, long time no see. So this is what you really look like."

He must have been in disguise in Beaconsfield, going through great lengths.

But whatever his scheme, it had stayed hidden from her for years.

Lowering her gaze, she tried to keep her cool.

"Mark, you don't seem surprised to see me. Looks like you knew I'd returned to the Lynch family."

He removed his glasses and casually wiped them with a handkerchief.

"Well, I've always cared about you. Remember those winters at the orphanage when we didn't have enough food, and we'd knit gloves to sell? You were so small then, always

listened to everything ou

Those once fond memories now made her stomach churn.

Especially when this man, now wearing the face of an elite, casually brought them up, pretending to reminisce.

Her entire life had been nothing but a game to them.

"Really? It's been so long, I've forgotten."

Brielle's face was indifferent, as if

she truly couldn't recall. She

gestured towards her car, "Well

time for old tales. I've got plans

tonight, Mark. Take care."

He chuckled, putting his glasses back on.

"Bri's all grown up, no longer the little kid who'd run back to the run back to the orphanage

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Brielle clenched her fists, taking a deep breath, and turned away, biting back her anger.

"Mark's got jokes. People grow up, not everyone gets to age backwards like Mark."

Her words were a jab at his disguise in Beaconsfield, but he seemed unfazed.

And with that, Brielle walked away, getting back into her car.