Master of his heart

Chapter 375

Simon’s phone rang with the shrill urgency of a siren in the sterile hush of the hospital ward.

Brielle, quick as a flash, killed the livestream and made her exit through another corridor.

Simon hit the answer button. A voice, cold and detached, seeped through the speaker.

“Idiot, someone’s been streaming from your sickbay.”

A chill ran through Simon’s spine. He frantically searched the room and even peered outside the door but found no one.

Restlessness took him hostage as he recalled his recent words–had they all been broadcasted live?

Damn it, who could it be?!

By that time, Brielle had already left the hospital. Her stream was anonymous and brief, but the captured moments were already spreading like wildfire online, igniting discussions and debates. Within half an hour, everyone who had been spewing venomous words saw the video. Simon’s true, ugly colors were laid bare for all to see.

Brielle hadn’t anticipated stumbling upon such a revealing conversation. She thought disarming these two pawns would take more effort, but it turned out to be a windfall.

Monitoring the online chatter, she saw the focus of gossip shift to Simon and Sue, giving her a moment to breathe.

of the hospital entrance, speaking frantically on the phone. Too far to hear the words, she simply leaned back and said, “Please

request was cut short by a violent crash and the collective screams of onlookers.

skipped a beat. Sitting upright, she witnessed the horror – Şimon, who was just beside the road moments ago, was

face drained of color. Nurses poured out of the hospital, but it was clear–Simon was beyond help, reduced to nothing more than a bloodstain on the

held no value to the

echo in Brielle’s ears,

disarming William’s pawns would

William, ruthless in his strategy, had Simon

insignificant as a

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face. “Miss, are you okay? We’re right by at hospital. You look quite pale: maybe you should

she spoke, turning to see Sue emerging from the hospital, her cries tearing through

a true cause for grief,

admit, albeit reluctantly, that she was

steeped in power since birth, to whom the lives of the ordinary

had to die, and so did Simon once he became useless. Simon’s death spelled trouble for Brielle. This

couldn’t commit

was disgusting, but she wasn’t God, nor the Grim Reaper; she had no right to

she was