Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

She swallowed hard, grateful that the power supply here was ample, and cast a lovely glow from the well–arranged lights.

Brielle took a step forward and opened the refrigerator. As expected, it was stocked with various kinds of fresh meats. However, her culinary skills were limited at best. Just as she was about to search for some rice to make a simple porridge, she saw Kenzo pulling out a piece of meat. “How about a stew? Or maybe you’d prefer a different flavor?”

Brielle was taken aback. Kenzo, with his otherworldly demeanor, knew how to cook. “Stew sounds great. Thank you.”

Kenzo nodded towards the couch not too far away. “Take a seat. It’ll be ready in an hour.”

Brielle, shamefully salivating, managed an “Okay.” However, she didn’t sit down. Instead, she wandered out to the adjacent balcony, lost in the tranquility of the secluded valley.

The night was far from pitch black in the mountains; it was lively instead. The moon here shone brighter than in Beaconsfield, and the distant sounds of insects filled the air. She closed her eyes, letting the mountain breeze caress her face and the scent of flowers wafting from below.

This was indeed a beautiful place.

Pulling out her phone, she snapped a picture of the moonlit scene, intending to send it to Aubree as a sign of her safety, but even after disabling airplane mode, there was no signal.

Puzzled, she walked back inside.

“Kenzo, do you have a signal on your phone?”

Kenzo, having donned gloves, was meticulously arranging the washed meat and vegetables. Upon hearing her, he pointed to his phone on the coffee table. “See for yourself.”

Brielle picked up his phone–no signal there either. How were they supposed to contact the outside world?

She paced around the lobby, noting the absence of any entertainment facilities. Surely, there was Wi– Fi. If not, she’d be off the grid for the duration of their stay.

“Kenzo, is there no Wi–Fi here? When you came here before, were you also unable to connect with the outside world?”

Kenzo paused his preparation, and his brow furrowed in confusion. “No internet?”

He pondered, “Could someone have installed a signal jammer around here?”

He chuckled ruefully. “If you’re scared, we can head back after dinner.”

Brielle felt a bit embarrassed; it wasn’t fear, just the modern dread of being without a network. Besides, Kenzo was here to take photographs, and with the pitch–black night, he’d have to wait for the sun to rise. If they left now, his trip would have been for nothing.

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“No worries, it’s just inconvenient without the internet.”

She sat down, unaware that the atmosphere back at the Dorsey family estate was incredibly

tense.

Everyone had gathered at home, quietly waiting for the doctor to finish examining Michael. Just the other day, in the early hours, Michael had suffered a stroke and collapsed.

Max, who was supposed to leave with Brielle, heard about the incident an hour before their departure and rushed back overnight. Thankfully, Michael was rescued in time and was out of danger, but his condition was precarious, and he was preoccupied with Max’s future.

In the grand hall, the doctor sat respectfully, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Michael is out of danger now, but he must avoid stress going forward. It seems to be a complication from his youth. He needs plenty of rest.”

Max sat in the most conspicuous spot, his expression grim. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, Michael, with Victoria’s assistance, was making his way downstairs. Clearing his throat, he looked down at his family gathered below. Except for the third son, who never cared for Beaconsfield, everyone was there.

“Ahem, Max, Alivia came back yesterday, and you had lunch with her today. How do you feel?”

It was Michael who had instructed Max to pick up Alivia. At that time, Michael had made this demand right after being resuscitated.

The doctor advised indulging Michael’s whims, so Max had no choice but to head for the airport. His gaze fell as he remembered the meal with the Barnes family earlier that day: his patience was obviously wearing thin.

“No particular feelings.”