Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Arthur felt a sharp pang in his chest-a sure sign he was furious.

His eyes were blazing with anger. The mountain issue and the current deal needed immediate resolution, and he had to come up with a convincing excuse on the spot. But thanks to King's social media meltdown, Arthur had lost his best chance to clarify things.

To make matters worse, King's declaration that North America and Saudi Arabia would be lifelong allies was essentially a public admission that Arthur had willingly signed the deal. For a royal, being exposed as having been coerced would strip Arthur of his last shred of dignity.

King had banked on Arthur keeping quiet about the forced agreement to pull off his reckless move.

Right now, Arthur wished he could just declare war on Saudi Arabia!

His eyes were filled with rage.

The Lynch family! Saudi Arabia!

"Meredith, tell Myles this is his last shot at revenge. I'm only giving him this one chance! He must succeed, no room for failure!" "Got it, bro."

As soon as Brielle woke up, she quickly got ready, changed her clothes, and headed to the hospital to see Ramey.

Ramey was still in bad shape, his head wrapped in bandages with only his mouth and nose visible, and a thin slit for his eyes.

Thinking of Ramey's face before the accident, Brielle felt a wave of guilt.

She placed the items she brought beside him, her voice filled with concern. "How are you feeling today? Is there anything specific you'd like to eat?" Ramey looked at her and weakly shook his head.

Brielle stood tall, taking a moment before she could muster a whisper. "I'm really sorry."

Ramey shook his head again.

Maybe the motion caused him discomfort, so he stopped and leaned back.

This made Brielle feel even worse.

"The doctors say you'll need to stay in the hospital for a while. Should I inform your parents?" "Don't."

His raspy voice stopped her, the tone hard to bear.

Speaking slowly, word by word, due to vocal cord damage, Ramey made his wishes clear.

Brielle, hearing this, found herself at a loss words. She wouldn't want

her family to see her in such a state either. o

But how could she ever make it up to Ramey?

It seemed no form of compensation could make up for his current condition.

With Ramey silent, Brielle didn't know what to say.

Her phone rang at that moment. It was Dustin asking why she wasn't at the castle.

Brielle ended up sharing the news about her friend's accident.

"Bro, it must be Arthur's doing."

Given King's recent move, catching Arthur off guard, it was uncertain if Arthur might resort to desperate measures. "Yan, what's your friend's name? I'll look into that car accident."

"Ramey."

"Alright, take care of yourself. I've sent some bodyguards for you. With the royal family up in arms over King's antics, there's no telling what they might do."

"Okay, send the bodyguards. I'll stay at the hospital until they come to take me back."

After hanging up, Brielle felt overwhelmingly tired.

Maybe it was the aftermath of her fever, but she found it hard to focus on anything.

She rubbed her sore eyes and settled back down by the bedside.

The door to the room was closed, and the entire floor had been cleared out. Brielle laid her head down beside the bed and drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, the man in the bed began unwrapping the bandages from his face, revealing not the disfigured visage of Ramey but the untouched face of Myles.

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This was a scheme concocted by Myles and Arthur.

Brielle breathed in the room's air, oblivious as she slept.

Myles sneered, deciding to subject her to a second hypnotic session.

He had vowed to take his revenge on both of them, sparing no expense. King, Brielle-they would all become mere jesters in his grand scheme!