Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 973

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"Sure thing."

The guy who got the order hustled over to Brielle, helping her to her feet. She was blindfolded, totally clueless about where she was being taken. It wasn't until she entered a new room and felt the edge of a bed that she had some idea.

"Ms. Brielle, you can rest here."

After sitting stiffly on a couch for ages, she yearned for the comfort of the bed. She was beyond ready to crash.

But she was more worried about Aubree. Was she really being sent back?

"Aubree? What about her?"

"Our people are on it. In half an hour, Miss Aubree will be sent back."

Brielle let out a big sigh of relief. As long as Aubree was safe, that was all that mattered.

The room was eerily quiet. Brielle cautiously tugged at her blindfold, half-expecting someone to stop her. But no one did.

In the next instant, she yanked it off.

The room was lit, and after being covered for so long, the sudden light made her eyes tear up. She closed them for a moment, allowing them to adjust before slowly opening them again.

The room was bare, just a bed and nothing else. It was near a garden blooming with flowers. Her mood lightened for a brief moment, but she couldn't help but touch her belly.

The nausea from the car ride had faded, but after throwing up multiple times in the last few days, she still felt queasy.

"Hang in there, baby. Maybe by tomorrow, we can leave this place."

If Aubree was sent back, others could find her location through her. If they were quick, maybe they could get to her in time.

From the moment Brielle first laid eyes on King, she had a strong feeling he didn't want her dead. As long as she was alive, there was hope.

Brielle caressed her stomach, her gaze soft.

"It's my fault, baby. Don't blame your dad for not coming to save us. I'm really worried about him. I wonder if his head still hurts, where he might be..."

She whispered to her belly, comforting both her unborn child and herself. Finally feeling relaxed, she decided to lie down and rest.

No one noticed the hand that emerged from the edge of the cliff overlooking the garden. It was smeared with blood, and its owner was painstakingly climbing up from below.

His eyes were filled with vengeance, and he no longer had the strength to stand. He crawled across the ground, inching towards a specific spot in the garden.

A trail of blood marked his path, fueled by deep-seated hatred.

Everyone can go to hell. Let’s all descend together.

Aubree's room was on the first floor, facing the cliff. Her blindfold had been removed, but her wrists and mouth were still bound.

She sat on the edge of the bed, helplessly watching the ghost-like figure crawling in the garden.