Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 606

Aubree knew deep down it was Tessa. Only Tessa would do something like this to her, using such cruel tactics to destroy her life.

She wept until her body was wracked with sobs, until exhaustion finally cradled her into Brielle’s arms.

Brielle held her close, her gaze drifting to a figure slumped in the corner. Was that Adrian? Sydney’s boyfriend?

If Adrian hadn’t already passed out, the sight of Ricardo and Brielle’s handiwork would have likely scared him to death.

Ricardo stood amid a pool of blood, his back to Brielle, concealing his expression. His tongue peeked out, moistening his parched lips.

The brutality from moments ago had vanished, replaced by a tingling excitement. Brielle didn’t recoil at his monstrous nature; instead, she had embraced her inner beast.

He fought back a laugh, knowing he must restrain himself lest he reveal his true self. Brielle was too intriguing, too precious to let die. He wanted her to live on.

Despite trembling with excitement, he turned around, feigning vulnerability. “Ms. Haywood, what should I do? Did I just kill someone? Am I going to jail?”

Brielle comforted him while holding Aubree close. “I’ll have someone take care of it.”

barely covered her, and red marks trailed

filth of those men. He quickly offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Aubree, do you want me to carry you? Ms. Haywood probably can’t manage. Let’s get you

as if she had

his back and made for the car

that framed the serene moonlight. A sardonic smile crossed her lips, her eyes bloodshot. It felt like a moment straight

man could cast infinite light or create boundless darkness. Light and dark intertwined, clashing –

truly a

finger, biting her tongue to maintain composure. Brielle had to

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breath, she steadied her voice and dialed Patrick. He answered, still in the midst of a meeting. He had

“Ms. Brielle.”

I’m sending you an address. I need you to clean up the scene. There’s also someone alive here. Don’t ask what happened just yet. I know you and Max are

was calm, but her words sent chills down his spine.

I’m fine. Please arrange

send me the address, and I’ll

followed Ricardo and Aubree into the car. In the backseat, Aubree was truly asleep, curled up on the seat. Her position aggravated