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.

give the driver the address, she saw Simon bursting out of the hospital entrance, speaking frantically on the phone. Too far

was cut short by a violent crash and

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

poured out of the hospital, but it was clear–Simon

stripped of its use, held no value

in Brielle’s ears, a tormenting reminder

would buy

in his strategy, had Simon

life was as insignificant as a

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maybe you should

you,” Brielle’s voice was hoarse as she spoke, turning to see Sue emerging from the hospital, her

tears were genuine, unlike her performance at Dorsey International. A husband lost was a true cause for grief, but the loss of

admit, albeit reluctantly, that she

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

he became useless. Simon’s death

Brielle couldn’t commit

God, nor the Grim Reaper; she had no right

she was