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.

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

was cut short by a violent crash and the collective screams

she witnessed the horror – Şimon, who was

it was clear–Simon was beyond help, reduced to nothing more

stripped of its use, held no value to the game.

echo in Brielle’s ears,

thought disarming William’s pawns would buy her

William, ruthless in his strategy, had Simon killed.

as a piece of paper in

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pale face. “Miss, are you okay? We’re right by at hospital. You look quite pale: maybe you should get checked out. What a tragedy to have an accident right

Thank you,” Brielle’s voice was hoarse as she spoke, turning to see Sue

lost was a true cause for grief, but the loss of her daughter Sarah seemed to

had to admit, albeit reluctantly, that she was losing this round.

wasn’t like William, who had been steeped in power since birth, to

did Simon once he became useless. Simon’s death spelled

commit such acts.

she wasn’t God, nor the Grim Reaper;

she was losing.