Chapter 273
In the depths of a subterranean pool in Beaconsfield, a man emerged from the water, droplets
cascading from his chin, tracing the muscled contours of his chest, before reaching the enigmatic zone
at his waist.
His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, the sculpted lines of his abdomen alluring in
their definition.
A butler, immacte in white gloves, hurried over, bowing respectfully, extending a plush towel to the
man. Taking the towel, the man began to dry his hair with a swift motion.
Someone had been waiting for him, and upon his emergence, quickly stood up, “King, things. with the
Haywood family are wrapping up fast. Max’s crew isn’t pulling punches, and with our involvement, they
won’tst much longer.”
The man called King chuckled but remained silent.
The report continued, “But Miss Brielle’s been hospitalized. The Haywood family are really bold, stirring
trouble at a time like this. Should we keep our hands in the game?”
Wrapping the towel around his waist, King strode forward, “How bad is she hurt? Who’s behind it?”
“It’s serious, and it’s tied to the Haywood family and Kingston Enterprises.”
King eased into a seat, epting a ss of red wine from the butler, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
“Max will act. Whether it’s the Haywood family or Kingston Enterprises, he won’t stand idly by.”
“But Miss Brielle might…”
King took a sip of wine, his gaze drifting to the brightly lit distance, his eyes shimmering with a hidden
dance of light and shadow. “Falling for him?”
Believing in someone was an ordeal, let alone sharing one’s happiness and grief with another. This
was even more challenging when that person was Max. Max was undoubtedly moreposed and
ruthless than the average person. Even if he could love, it wouldn’te so quickly.
“She’s not one to fall easily, and as for Max, he’s even less likely. So we wait.” He swirled the wine in
his ss, a sly smile creeping across his lips, “When the timees, we’ll just have to make things a
tad more challenging for Max.”
Thest flowers he sent weren’t to her liking. It’s time to try something different.
His fingers twirled the stem of the ss, a sharp glint flitting across his eyes, then vanishing as quickly
as it came, reced by an expanding grin, “I think I know just what she’ll fancy.”
Those nearby, witnessing his smile, felt a shiver run down their spine.
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King imed he fancied Brielle, yet he wasn’t rushing to cast his. Instead, he watched with a
detached air as storms brewed within Beaconsfield.
What was he waiting for? No one knew.
Rising from his chair, King set his wine ss aside, donned an impable suit, and epted a mask
from the butler before heading to the underground casino. This was his realm, a hub for the affluent
youth who came and went in droves.
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Upon seeing his masked visage, the crowd parted, greeting him with reverence. His thinly veiled smile
was warm, but his eyes were cold as ice.
The young elites‘ favorite gambling den was a ce of heaven or hell with just a thought, all at the
whim of the noble young man surrounded by the crowd.
King approached the grandest gambling table and sat down, beckoning with a few casual flicks of his
fingers.
The butler nodded, whispering something into his ear, and King raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into
a mischievous smirk. “Perfect, let him lose his chips. Consider it a little favor for Bri.”
Perhaps even Brielle herself was unaware of such a character lurking within Beaconsfield.
Between Max and King, the Haywood family was like fish on a chopping block, ready for the taking.
However, when cornered, people often resorted to extremes, and the Haywood n was already of
questionable character.
Brielle awoke suddenly in the middle of the night to thunder and lightning. She sighed in relief, about to
wipe the sweat from her brow when she sensed a presence close by. Straining her eyes, she saw
nothing but the shadows of the man at her bedside, cast by themplight. filtering through the window.
Her pupils dted, and tears flooded her eyes
The room was thick with a familiar scent, seeping into her pores, soothing her unease. It was Max,
visiting her in the dead of night. She quickly shut her eyes, pretending to still be asleep.
Max sat at the bedside, upied with pouring water, not noticing the brief moment when she opened
her eyes midway. He couldn’t resisting to see her, intending only a brief nce.
Noticing her parched lips, he dipped a cotton swab in water and gently moistened her lips. She must be
feverish, with so much sweat on her brow.
Max took a wet wipe and dabbed at her forehead, then carefully wiped down her neck. He rarely cared
for others, and his movements were unpracticed.
Brielle sniffed, holding back tears. Her heart felt as if it had been punched, contracting violently. aching
intensely.
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