Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1332

Joseph had already briefed King about the North American situation. Now that Irene had snagged the presidency, she was at the peak of boredom, utterly indifferent to her own safety and probably itching for some thrill. She was a loose cannon, always seeming like she was daring someone to take her down.

"Got it," King said, relaying the instructions to Joseph through the walkie-talkie, "Get in touch with North America."

King and his crew were in a stalemate. Moving forward was a no-go since the guy on the other side would turn them into easy targets.

And with the townsfolk around, firing back wasn't an option either. They were stuck, waiting for the other side to make a move.

King had a feeling Fisher was getting jittery, wanting to figure out who they really were.

The moment Fisher slipped up, Brielle would find her chance.

Bryan, noticing the group had no plans to cross the line, decided to fall back and report to Fisher.

Fisher was busy discussing with the local sheriff how to boot out the intruders.

The sheriff had been sweet-talked by Fisher before, promised a hospital that never materialized. Two years on, and the land was still barren.

If the government was really willing to step in now, the sheriff believed it was a better bet than trusting a washed-up old king.

But the sheriff kept his thoughts to himself. His power came from the love of his townsfolk, but Fisher had brought in some serious muscle. If the sheriff stepped out of line, Fisher wouldn't hesitate to take him down. "Fisher, until we're sure if these folks are sent by the government or not, I can't just kick them out," the sheriff said, his dark hands gripping a cup of water provided by Fisher.

In this land, water was a precious resource.

The rampant disease was largely due to water scarcity, forcing people to drink from the only river nearby, often contaminated with animal carcasses, human remains, and sewage. Without proper filtration, illness was inevitable.

Now, thanks to Fisher's filtration

techniques, they had access to

clean water, which was why the net

sheriff was willing to listen to Fisher.

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But human greed knew no bounds. Clean water wasn't enough; they desperately needed medical facilities.

Fisher's eyes narrowed, unsure of the intruders' motives. Just then, Bryan walked in.

Fisher asked, "What's the word? Who are those people?"

Bryan reported, "Probed a few of them, all dark-skinned, but couldn't get a full read since everyone's bundled up tight. For now, they seem content staying outside the perimeter."

This eased Fisher's mind a bit. After all, how could King know he was hiding here so quickly?

A smirk crossed Fisher's face, his

thoughts drifting to Brielle in bed igniting a fire in him. The thought of being with his son's favorite woman was thrilling.

"Bryan, keep an eye on them. If they try crossing the fence, have the townsfolk take them out. Just ripping their suits will do the job." The diseased townsfolk were weapons in themselves.

"Understood," Bryan nodded, though his calm demeanor was shaken by the mention of one name: Jaired.

Odd, he thought, why did Brielle's mention of Jaired feel so familiar?

Frowning, Fisher clapped a hand on his shoulder. "How was Brielle?"

Pride oozed from Fisher, "She's my son's favorite, after all."

"Not bad," Bryan responded nonchalantly, as Fisher's hand continued to pat his shoulder.

"Hope you cleaned up. I don't want any trace of you on her when I go in."

Bryan nodded again, and Fisher strutted towards Brielle's room, leaving Bryan alone with his thoughts.