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?”

Max was there; her eyes reddened in an

Kenzo, forcing herself to be calm. “Kenzo is still over there.

a tissue to wipe

unsettled. “Kenzo? You went to the

to take some

loved seeking inspiration in various places. It seemed his encounter with Brielle was a mere chance.

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

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as she was, Brielle was of no use here. But

leave without worry?

want to

reinforcements had arrived, they should go

he had bitten into a lemon.

had been kind to let her see the person she most wanted to in

her reluctance to leave and the blood dripping from her fingertips to the ground, Max felt a sudden pain in

blood made

woods. The gunfire had stopped; the assailants had likely

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

leg back, fearing even the

bailed, and now he had descended like a deity. If making someone fall

firmly, a serious look in

face flushed, and she quickly looked away.

he finished, she stood, fearing another moment might compel her to ask the