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 instant. “I…”

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

move but instead took out a tissue to wipe her

his gaze unsettled. “Kenzo? You went to the Radiant Light

to take some

It seemed his encounter

her close. “I’ll have someone look

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was, Brielle was of no use here.

leave without worry?

want to

had arrived, they should

as if he had bitten into a lemon. “My people will find

her see the person she most wanted to in her

to the ground, Max felt a sudden

and palm; though minor, the blood made them look frightful. She sat on a nearby

the assailants had likely retreated upon seeing the reinforcements.

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

even the slightest stain on her shoe might tarnish

bailed, and now he had descended like a deity. If making someone fall was a talent, then Max truly had

leg firmly, a serious

flushed, and she quickly

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