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?”

why Max was there; her eyes

calm. “Kenzo is still over there. We need to

instead took out a tissue to wipe her palms. His

his gaze unsettled. “Kenzo? You went to the

take some photos.”

in various places. It seemed

“I’ll have someone look for him. You come with

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

leave without worry?

to

reinforcements had arrived, they should go back

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

that fate had been kind to let her see the person she most wanted to in her dying moments. It was

to the ground, Max felt a

at the wounds on her leg and palm; though minor, the blood made

in, scouring the woods. The gunfire had stopped; the assailants had likely retreated upon

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

fearing even the slightest stain on her shoe

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 gift.

caught her leg firmly, a serious look

face flushed, and she

compel her to ask the questions bubbling inside