Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 607

On the balcony, Tessa finally heard the commotion from the room. She quickly pocketed her phone. The video was her ace in the hole, not to be shared recklessly. It was to be kept safe.

Whenever she felt down, she’d watch it and enjoy how Aubree was defiled on the bed by several

men.

A smirk played on her cheeks as she entered the bedroom. “Sorry, I just couldn’t sleep and ended up flipping on the TV. Did I wake you, Andrew?”

Andrew didn’t speak, feeling a bitter tang in his chest. The urge to lash out was strong. He rubbed his temples, his voice flat. “Turn off the TV.”

For some reason, Tessa didn’t dare provoke him now. He was having nightmares, perhaps? He seemed so grim, his pallor ghastly.

She hurriedly shut off the TV and tiptoed to the bed, wrapping her arms around him. “Let’s just sleep.”

Andrew, fighting a wave of nausea, lay back down.

At the hospital.

Doctors surrounded Aubree, their expressions grim. Everyone knew what she had endured, but no one dared ask for details.

missing tooth could be fixed, the

have rather endured all this herself

and she was utterly speechless. Her throat felt

stark white bed until the end of time. Her voice was

vomit. Her stomach burned as if on

were dead, gone for good, but

body. It felt like breaking down, sinking into

had asked for space, probably to process things on her

Chapter 607

the opposite balcony. That was when she spotted Ricardo in the hallway. He looked shaken, undoubtedly by the events he’d witnessed. After a moment’s thought, Brielle

sweets in his palm, his face flushing. “Ms. Haywood, I’m

been through a shock, haven’t you?”

her eyes red, a clear sign of her own struggle against immense pain. Still, she

smile. “No. Ms.

you’re Stellar Stage’s golden boy. I won’t let

now. After tonight, no one

be fine.

trust you.”