Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 331

Suddenly, the sky was pierced by the roar of a helicopter. Reinforcements. They actually had reinforcements.

At this moment, the only person Brielle felt sorry for was Kenzo, who was completely an innocent victim in this mess. No, she couldn’t give up. Even if it meant dying here, she had to save Kenzo.

Brielle gritted her teeth, and the taste of iron filled her mouth. She could no longer stand, so she crawled on the ground, inching forward. The roar of the chopper grew louder as if it were right above her.

Through her blurred vision, she could make out a figure in a sleek suit approaching swiftly. Without seeing his face, she knew he was in a panic.

Max?

It was probably just a dying hallucination..

Brielle felt a profound sense of injustice. On the brink of death, she still didn’t know who was targeting her. They had come after her with such force.

Blood stained the cobblestones as Max’s heart shattered. The world around him faded, leaving only the expanding image of Brielle, seared into his retinas in shades of red.

“Brielle!” He hastened to her side and lifted her. His cool presence threatened to shatter the very air around them.

This wasn’t an illusion. Had Max really come? Brielle squinted, hearing distant gunfire, and quickly grabbed his arm. “Max?”

His heart trembled at the sight of her blood–stained fingers. Her leg wounds, barely healed, were injured once more.

Max pulled her into his embrace. “What happened?”

to ponder why Max was there; her eyes reddened

be calm. “Kenzo is

but instead took out a tissue

his gaze unsettled. “Kenzo? You went to the

take

It seemed his encounter with Brielle was a mere chance.

held her close. “I’ll have someone look

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no use here. But with Kenzo’s fate uncertain,

leave without worry?

want to find Kenzo.”

had arrived, they should

a sharp taste crossing his heart as if he had bitten into a lemon. “My people will find

see the person she

ground, Max felt a sudden pain in his chest. “Let me first stop

the wounds on her leg and palm; though minor, the blood made them look frightful. She sat on a nearby rock, feeling a

flew in, scouring the woods. The gunfire had stopped; the assailants had likely retreated upon seeing the reinforcements. If so, then Kenzo should

Max. He took a bandage from a subordinate and knelt to tend to her leg wound. His dark eyes were cast down,

out of place, Brielle instinctively drew her leg back, fearing even the slightest stain on her shoe

promised to join her here but had bailed, and now he had descended like a deity. If making someone fall was a

caught her leg firmly, a serious look

she quickly

moment might compel her to