Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

He didn't bother disguising his voice when he spoke those words.

Daisy's eyes widened in alarm, a sudden wave of fear washing over her.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"You-!"

"Thud!"

Brielle and Aiden stepped out of the cab, immediately noticing an unnatural stillness in the air.

Just as Brielle was about to turn the corner, Aiden stopped her.

"Ms. Brielle, there's a smell of blood."

Both Aiden and Addison had undergone professional training; their noses were exceptionally keen to the scent of blood.

Brielle frowned and, by the streetlights, saw a body lying a short distance away. The figure was dressed just like Daisy and hadn't moved for a while. She wasn't sure if this was a trap or if someone was lying in ambush.

She pulled out her phone, decisively called the police, and then returned to the taxi with Aiden.

The police arrived quickly, lifting Daisy's body onto a stretcher.

As they drew closer, Brielle could see it clearly-a single, clean shot, no unnecessary suffering.

Her lips tightened for a moment, disbelief etched on her face.

She had thought Daisy was merely injured, not dead from a single bullet.

As the body was carried past her and Aiden, a gust of wind blew, lifting a corner of the white sheet covering it.

Daisy's face was frozen in her final expression, full of disbelief and terror.

Brielle's mood darkened instantly.

Daisy was dead.

Gone so abruptly.

Brielle felt like she was on the brink of understanding something, yet it remained just out of reach.

All the clues seemed so intangible.

Why was Daisy at the bar tonight?

After being kicked out by the Barnes family, she should have laid low, like Alivia.

They were used to living high and mighty, respected by everyone, and now, fallen from grace, naturally, she wouldn't want to be seen.

Yet Daisy had shown up there, seemingly waiting for someone.

Brielle's lips pressed into a thin line, her hand clenched slightly at her side.

The police quickly notified the Barnes family.

Not only did the Barnes family go into a frenzy, but the entire social circle of Beaconsfield was buzzing.

After all, she was the former lady of the Barnes family-no one expected her to end up like this, sprawled on the street.

With a heavy heart, Brielle returned

to Pearl Estate, took a bath, and then sat down with a pen,ng three names onto a piece of papero

Andrew, Jaired, Kenzo.

She felt restless, twirling the pen in her fingers.

One moment she'd cross out Kenzo's name, the next she'd put a check next to it, eventually leaving both marks on all the names.

At three in the morning, she rubbed her sore eyes and set the pen down.

The paper was barely legible now, as if it held the definite answers, only to be negated one by one, turning into a blot of ink stains. By daylight, the news of Daisy's murder had already hit the headlines.

After all, it was in Beaconsfield where the crime occurred.

In peaceful times, a body on the streets, especially one killed by a bullet, sparked conspiracy theories.

Some said Daisy never bore a child

for the Barnes family; it was all orchestrated, and now, ousted from the Barnes family, she was assassinated for failing her mission.

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Others said Daisy had made many enemies during her time as the Barnes matriarch.

A minority speculated that Daisy must have stumbled upon some damning secret, leading to her demise.

Reading these theories, Brielle felt a spark of insight.

If the person behind this intended to

kill Daisy, why not dispose of the body discreetly instead of leaving it so conspicuously by the roadside?

Was it a warning to someone?

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The image of Daisy's tense and troubled demeanor from the night before flashed in her mind.

She looked like she was about to reveal something critical but was interrupted by someone she feared.

Brielle's eyes filled with a steely calm as she took out the paper from last night and wrote down the names again. Andrew, Jaired, Kenzo.