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?”

didn’t have time to ponder why Max was there; her eyes reddened in an

up but then remembered Kenzo, forcing herself to be calm. “Kenzo

instead took out a tissue

went to the Radiant Light Church

to take some

places. It seemed his encounter with Brielle was a

her close. “I’ll have someone look for him. You

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she was, Brielle was of no use here. But

leave without worry?

want to

they should

sharp taste crossing his heart as if he had bitten into

let her see the person she most wanted to in her dying moments. It was

dripping from her fingertips to the ground, Max felt a sudden pain in his chest. “Let me

at the wounds on her leg and palm; though minor, the blood made them look frightful.

stopped; the assailants had likely retreated upon

her gaze fell upon Max. He took a bandage from a subordinate and knelt to tend to her

leg back, fearing even the slightest stain on her shoe might tarnish his

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

firmly, a serious look in

she quickly

he finished, she stood, fearing another moment might compel her to ask the questions bubbling inside her.