Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 330

Brielle’s brows furrowed sharply as she quickly bid farewell to Aubree and turned her attention. to Kenzo. “Kenzo, are we being followed?”

Kenzo nodded, hastily securing all the windows. “Brielle, buckle up.”

She felt the nerves kick in. Were they after them, or…

Before she could finish her thought, the sound of gunfire pierced the air, shattering the rearview mirror, Kenzo jerked the steering wheel fiercely: his expression was as dark as a storm cloud.

With only one mirror left, Kenzo glanced through it to see four or five cars that had seemingly come out of nowhere now tailing them. “Brielle, do you know how to handle a gun? There’s one under your seat. Load it and pull the trigger.”

Brielle had aced her college shooting class, but it had been years since she’d touched a firearm. Without hesitation, she retrieved the gun from beneath her seat. As the car was about to make a sharp turn, she held her breath.

Kenzo was about to advise her on when to shoot but instead saw her poke her head out during the turn, aiming directly at the driver of the pursuing car. The vehicle behind them veered out of control and plummeted off the cliff’s edge.

Before Brielle could even celebrate, a massive truck loomed ahead.

Pincer attack. The people behind them had no intention of letting them live!

“Hold on!” Kenzo spun the wheel almost reflexively, hastily making the most advantageous choice.

an embankment, crashing through several trees. Kenzo’s head struck the windshield, and blood instantly clouded his

unharmed but dizzy. She quickly opened the car

his tone eerily calm, “Have you had any accidents lately?”

recalled the attack she’d experienced

and they want you dead. Go on

would Kenzo even survive? Out here in the wilderness, with his

village close by. Find someone there to come for me. If you

Brielle spotted searchers already nearby. “Kenzo, at least let me get you

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softly, sighing. “My leg’s

you hide somewhere else, then go for help.”

skipped a beat. She tore a piece of

Kenzo behind a large tree, camouflaging

leg was severely injured, and she couldn’t carry him far. The

for me here.”

on his brow from the pain.

She also tried to use her phone to contact the outside world, but after their fall, there was no signal. She stumbled down a small slope, tumbling to a creek’s

alive, they would keep