Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1037

Antonio always called King "Mr. King" with the utmost respect. In his eyes, Mr. King was invincible, superior to everyone in Beaconsfield, able to manipulate others as if they were mere pawns in his game.

Antonio's most despised rival, Max, stood no chance against Mr. King. He would have gladly bowed down to shine Mr. King's shoes if it meant getting rid of Max. He was willing to be as loyal as a dog if Mr. King would just take Max out.

He idolized Mr. King, placing him on a pedestal so high that he deemed him untouchable, beyond reproach, refusing to let anyone speak ill of him. The higher Antonio placed Mr. King in his heart, the less invincible Max seemed, all dependent on Mr. King's willingness to intervene.

So, when that night came, and he took a bullet, clinging to the edge of a cliff, confessing his confusion and despair, it was genuine. He truly didn't understand why the deity he worshiped decided to cast him into the abyss without mercy, using him as a pawn for revenge against the Dorsey family.

The offer to see the man behind the mask was extended, but in Antonio's heart, Mr. King was sacred and untouchable, so the thought of unmasking him never crossed his mind. Clinging to the cliff, he watched in disbelief as Mr. King removed his mask. The familiar face underneath was a cruel joke to the world he thought he knew. He despised Max, wished to tear him apart, yet he had placed Max on a divine pedestal, bowing before him. The god he worshipped was the very person he loathed and wanted dead. How could anyone withstand such a blow? It wasn't just his world crumbling; it was his entire belief system. Laughing madly, he let go of the cliff's edge.

The bitterness was unbearable. Why was he always trampled by Max? To be toyed with by his nemesis at the brink of death was too pathetic a game to lose. If that was the case, then let them all descend to hell together. Max, the one he hated, and Brielle, the one Max loved-let them all perish.

He no longer hoped to defeat Max; he only wanted to use the manor's secret to make Max suffer, to make

him pay for the deceit and humiliation. As Antonio crashed onto the terrace, his mind replayed the moment the mask was removed, the mocking smirk he saw on the man's face, and the wind from the canyon laughed at his helplessness like a chorus of wailing ghosts.

He had to get up; he had to find that box his grandfather spoke of. It was a towering hatred from the depths of his soul, dragging those who looked down on him, those who trampled on him into the inferno with him. The night sky lit up with flames and deafening explosions, marking the most brilliant moment of his life. Even as he was reduced to ashes, his resentment remained unquenched.

Brielle, unaware of the story behind the fire, listened to the servant's words, noting the resemblance in temperament to Max. Max, too, was stoic as a child, leading to numerous visits from psychologists. Brielle speculated whether Max's alter ego, King, was a result of those times.

Clearly, King was aware of things Max wasn't, even realizing the existence of his dual personalities and attempting to erase Max. Now, Brielle wondered if there was a way to eliminate King. Would Max return if King was gone? She wasn't sure. As the servant led her towards the exit, Brielle couldn't help but ask, "Have you ever seen his mother?"

"Never met her. Even the young master hasn't. Probably only Mr. King knows what she looks like. They say she cut off all contact after leaving."

Abandoning her child and severing ties, that woman must have truly despised King. These gossips, though centered around King, couldn't be taken at face value according to Brielle. However, one thing was clear: the woman was harsh towards her child and towards King. "Ms. Brielle, your car is right outside. I'll leave you here," the servant said. Brielle nodded, thanking him. As she departed, the servant respectfully returned to the villa.

King was already sitting on the sofa, watching the surveillance footage, including Brielle's conversation. When the topic of throwing the child in the trash was mentioned, there wasn't a hint of guilt on her face.