Chapter 290

Max’s gaze was cool and detached as Lillian charged at him. The clarity of his thoughts was almost unnerving, even as he chastised himself for being outwitted by a woman. It was a lapse in judgment, a moment of weakness when he had not considered the possibility that Brielle’s phone could’ve fallen into the wrong hands. He was emotionally compromised, a phrase he never thought would find its way into his world.

Lillian had thrown herself at him with abandon; her only desire was to drag them both down to their demise. She had lost the will to live and was determined to take Max with her. In the afterlife, she fancied them to be united as lovers, eternal and inseparable.

But she hadn’t anticipated the explosion that suddenly rocked the rooftop, nor the cacophony of sirens and screams that followed. She got distracted, stumbled, and fell onto the jagged debris. Her face looked like a canvas of blood..

Max stood motionless. His gaze was icy and disdainful as he watched her struggle on the ground. To him, she was no more significant than an ant beneath his boot.

Instinctively. Lillian felt reduced to nothing more than a writhing maggot in his eyes. She was like a creature that had never known the light, and was destined to be scorched by the brilliance that radiated from him.

Meanwhile, Max was indifferent to her internal turmoil. His attention was far removed from the night’s events. As a businessman, he was defined by his acuity, not by the emotions that seemed to desert him.

He dialed Patrick, calmly requesting a pickup. Upon hearing the news, Patrick slammed the pedal to the metal and raced to the scene.

raging fire that had spread two stories high. As the heir to

The realization that Brielle could be his Achilles‘ heel was

grateful to escape a fire unscathed, but not Max. He could’ve met

now bore the grime of the night’s chaos. It was a reminder that succumbing to addiction was a sign of a weak will, and he

not to

potato chips during a moment of happiness. His unannounced visits to the

distance between them. Dependence was a sign of frailty. and he refused

woman’s panicked voice echoed from the corner, “My face! My beauty is ruined!”

Chapter 290

your fault! Go

those of a madwoman.

won’t let you off

long ago. Everyone connected to you will pay! I will make

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