Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

The man got up and slowly made his way over to her, crouching down just a bit. His presence was so overpowering, he seemed like the Grim Reaper with his scythe raised high. The room was thick with an unsettling vibe, like death itself had settled in. Daisy's lips trembled, biting down hard to keep a terrified scream from escaping. King looked at her with a twisted fascination, his voice dripping with menace. "What were you about to tell the person on the phone?" Daisy's eyes widened in shock; she hadn't realized her conversation had been overheard so clearly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to share." King stood up and went back to his chair.

Meanwhile, one of his henchmen walked over to Daisy, pulled out a dagger, and slammed her hand flat on the ground, as if ready to chop off a finger.

She screamed, her voice raw with fear. "Please, no! Don't do this!"

The composed society lady was gone; Daisy turned ghostly pale, desperately curling her fingers.

King picked up a glass of whiskey and swirled it around. "I'm quite curious about this secret of yours. Care to share?"

His polite words clashed with the threat of the dagger looming over her.

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" Daisy cried, tears streaming down her face.

She yanked her hand back frantically, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Her teeth chattered, her mind a mess. "I saw Kenzo... he was..."All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

She hesitated, and as the blade inched closer, she shut her eyes and blurted out, "He was in a standoff with Mr. Lynch from Infinity Brilliance, both pointing guns at each other! I don't know what happened."

King paused, his glass of whiskey hovering in mid-air, a slight smirk forming on his lips. "Interesting. So that's why you're scared of him?"

"Yes, that's it. Kenzo used to be so obedient, his hands meant for holding pens, so gentle... How could he..."

The memory flashed through Daisy's mind—a dark night, two men with guns aimed at each other, the argument, the gunfire. She had hidden in the shadows, collapsing in fear at the sound of the shots, unable to believe what she was seeing. She was paralyzed with fear, feeling like everything she knew was shattered.

She knew her son, the pride of their family, always above the chase for fame and fortune. To write a great script, he could disappear for a year without a second thought. For inspiration, he'd travel to the ends of the earth, a man willing to sacrifice everything for his muse.

So it never crossed her mind that she would stumble upon that scene.

News from abroad said Owen had returned to lead Infinity Brilliance. She hoped that night was just a bad dream, but it wasn't.

She wanted to confront Kenzo, to

ask what he was planning, with so many questions burning inside her. But the moment she saw him enter his study, she felt nothing but fear.

So she took the card, pretending to be greedy, wanting to take this secret to her grave.

But she couldn't control her fear of Kenzo, the dread of the unknown.

Every time she saw him, the sound of gunfire echoed in her mind.

Maybe because she had fainted that night without making a sound, no one noticed her.

Daisy's cheeks were wet with tears. "I've told you everything, please let me go. If you have a grudge against him, go find him. I don't know anything, I swear I don't."

The man set his whiskey down with a soft sigh.

Daisy tried to crawl away in fear, but she couldn't escape; a cold gun barrel pressed against the back of her head.

She wanted to cry, but at the peak of her fear, she found she couldn't make a sound, as if her throat had been seized-just like that night. King's eyelashes lowered, and his lips parted to utter two words.

"Pity."

Daisy didn't understand what he was lamenting when he stood up, leaving behind a chilling statement.

"Clean this up."

It was a curse, as if spoken by a demon.