Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1326

Fisher was heading towards the room, and Brielle quickly scrambled back to bed, laying down in the exact position she was in when he left. Bryan was trailing behind him, catching bits and pieces about the troubles in North America.

"Bryan, my ambitions aren't just limited to Saudi Arabia; I've got my eyes on North America too. Unfortunately, the royal families there are useless. Now, a woman has gone and stirred up trouble, making things even messier. Looks like I'll have to focus on Saudi Arabia for now. I need to teach my son a lesson." As the door swung open, both men saw Brielle lying on the bed.

A grin spread across Fisher's face. "Bryan, you've been with me for years, and you've never experienced the pleasures of a woman. This one's my son's favorite. I can hand her over to you. Have your fun, then it's my turn. You know me, I'm not picky." Brielle was undeniably beautiful, the epitome of an Australian beauty, her allure delicate and captivating.

Bryan couldn't deny her beauty, but his face remained impassive. He was about to decline when Fisher got a call, patting him on the shoulder before stepping out.

"Make it quick. I'll want my turn with her tonight."

His words showed he didn't see her as a person at all.

Fisher left quickly, clearly caught up in other matters.

Bryan slowly approached the bedside, studying her face for a moment.

He stayed still, and so did Brielle.

Soon, Bryan moved to sit by the window, planning to stay there for a couple of hours before leaving. If he didn't, Fisher would insist, possibly expecting him to carry out gruesome acts just to prove a point. Fisher had no boundaries in these matters, but Bryan was different.

To avoid further trouble, he decided to prolong his stay.

Brielle opened her eyes, meeting his gaze.

Almost instinctively, she asked, "Do you know Jaired?"

Truth be told, Brielle wasn't sure who Jaired was, but seeing this man's silhouette and stature, the name just popped into her head.

She had long suspected something was off with her memory. Since the name emerged spontaneously, she must know someone who looked like the man before her.

Bryan's body involuntarily shuddered, lifting his gaze.

"Who?"

"Jaired. You look like him."

Bryan chuckled lightly, wrapping his arms around himself, "Don't know him."

Brielle wanted to dig deeper, to find a name that might trigger a reaction from him. If not Jaired, then who?

But her mind was a blank. The more she tried to remember, the more her head ached.

Her complexion quickly paled, her gaze falling to the seashell bracelet on her wrist. She had worn it when she set out, and since it was deemed a simple accessory t wasn't confiscated. FindNovel

Think, the seashell bracelet, who gave it to her?

Her head throbbed, hinting at a crucial clue.

Helicopters over the ocean, a carefree woman tossing a seashell bracelet...

Sweat beaded on Brielle's forehead, the pain nearly knocking her out.

The carefree woman, familiar with Jaired, but her name was just out of reach.

As Brielle grappled with these fragments of memories, Bryan

watched from his seat, a handel

ing up his face.

"Feeling unwell?"

In just a few minutes, Brielle was drenched in cold sweat, and delving deeper into her memories would

surely cause her to faint.

In this place, fainting could lead to unimaginable outcomes.

King's words echoed in her mind.

"If it hurts, don't overthink."

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down.