Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1321

Brielle found herself on a plane, wrists and ankles swiftly bound as soon as she boarded, and Ricardo received the same treatment. The aircraft seemed eerily empty, just them, their captor, and a void of any other presence. Where were they being taken?

She glanced at Ricardo, noting his furrowed brow, mirroring her own unease. Suddenly, the plane jolted, caught in turbulence before nosediving alarmingly. Yet, both Brielle and Ricardo remained calm, not letting panic take hold until the plane stabilized. Peering outside, darkness swallowed everything beyond the plane's lights, suggesting they might be flying over an ocean.

At one point, their captor offered a meal, briefly freeing their hands. The journey felt endless, hunger gnawing at them until the plane finally began its descent after what seemed like an eternity.

As the aircraft plunged again, the cabin filled with a deliberate fog, not of natural origin. Brielle and Ricardo feigned unconsciousness, a tactic they had prepared for. In the days leading up to this, they had fortified themselves against such scenarios. Brielle had even taken a painful injection to keep her alert through any ordeal, enduring a week of relentless pain. Not to be outdone, Ricardo took two doses, ensuring they were merely playing possum.

Brielle's driving force was clear-to help King eliminate a vile old adversary.

Upon landing, they were roughly escorted out Brielle's observant eyes quickly took in their

surroundings-dilapidated streets

and women with covered faces et

indicated they were in a remote, impoverished nation. The locals recoiled in fear, hinting at some terrifying presence among them.

With masks forced onto their faces, presumably to shield them from contaminated air, Brielle understood the gravity of their situation. They were likely in an African country

plagued by a deadly disease, on net

undefeated by modern science. Despite international efforts, the affliction had left the country in dire straits, making it a perfect hideout for the old king they were after.

Brielle's fear wasn't directed at the despotic ruler but at the merciless hand of nature itself. With the disease boasting a zero survival rate, the stakes were unimaginably high.

Their final destination was a modest compound, suggesting a village ravaged by the epidemic. They were ushered into a vehicle, with Brielle and Ricardo memorizing the route despite feigning unconsciousness.

After a two-hour journey, they

arrived, greeted in Arabic-a hint at their captor's identity: Fisher, King's disdainful father. Fisher, bearing a striking resemblance to Max, boasted of their imminent victory, crediting Dr. Linden, the mastermind behind their capture. The plan was

clear: leverage Brielle against the Lynch family for a massive ransom.

As they were dragged into Fisher's simple abode, far removed from any grandiosity, their perilous situation became clear. The professor doused Ricardo with water, jolting him awake, signaling the beginning of their dire predicament in this forsaken place.