Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 497

Max’s first conscious sensation was the oppressive weight of anesthesia pinning him to the hospital bed, ghostly whispers of the world beyond teasing his ears, yet his body remained unresponsive. His father had been there, pocketing Max’s cellphone and turning the hospital into a fortress so secure that even Patrick couldn’t slip through to visit him on that first night.

Speaking Brielle’s name would’ve been a death sentence, given Michael’s resourcefulness. Mar was certain that if he’d uttered her name upon waking, Michael would’ve had Brielle thrown into the deepest, darkest cell before sunrise. Powerless and weak, Max had no choice but to bury his worries temporarily.

Upon regaining some strength, he reached out to Patrick and meticulously orchestrated their next moves. Only after overhearing Alivia’s phone conversation in the hospital corridor did he consciously decide to keep Brielle’s name off his lips.

Max was still reeling from near death, and couldn’t quite parse the entirety of Alivia’s chatter. Bits and pieces about Brielle, jail, and Jaired floated through his throbbing mind. When Alivia swept into his room, announcing Jaired’s imminent return, Max’s gaze was fixed outside the window, his brain ablaze with pain and suspicion.

Why would Alivia bring up Brielle to Jaired? Max had been clear about his feelings for Brielle to Alivia long ago. If she was as refined and composed as she claimed, she wouldn’t gossip about Brielle in private.

had been a close friend for years. For now, his only move was to play

guard in the uniform was your guy?” Brielle asked with a hopeful lilt in her

I was worried someone might try to hurt you,” Max

her suspicions confirmed.She had always been sharp. Initially, she was rattled by the two guards, but had pieced together the uniformed man’s cryptic message. “When titans clash, the mortals suffer, and it’s unclear who’ll come out on top.” Clearly, someone wanted her in trouble, yet someone else was safeguarding her. Two forces were colliding, and the

she felt a pang of despair. Yet, that subtle hint from the uniformed man had sparked a realization: someone

her connections, Tiffanie was still under the Dorsey family’s thumb,

had the courage. to step into that

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moment, she was at a loss for words. What could she possibly say that would equate to what Max had done for her? Her bravery seemed so small in

noting that the car’s trajectory was neither towards Premier Palace nor Pearl Estate. Their relationship had just been made public, and Max certainly had a plethora of issues to attend to, yet they were driving towards the outskirts. “I’m taking you somewhere special,” he replied