Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 611

Brielle shielded her eyes as she watched his retreating figure. She realized that her relationship with Max had hit an unprecedented impasse.

The car crash the day before yesterday might have been orchestrated by Max’s kin, and last night’s debacle was the Rowland family’s doing. It seemed like the whole world was against her.

All because she was with Max.

A fiery determination flickered in her eyes. If being with Max meant defying most of Beaconsfield, then so be it.

After freshening up, she stepped out just in time to bump into Patrick. He nodded with respect. “Ms. Brielle, I’m relieved you’re alright.”

It was no wonder that the president had left everything and everyone behind last night to rush to Brielle’s side and watch over her all night. The scene had been too horrific, and it was difficult to imagine anyone who had been through such an ordeal not being on the brink of madness.

Patrick had half expected to find a woman teetering on the edge of collapse, thinking Brielle might break down in tears when she saw Max. But when he followed Max back, he heard Wesley say Brielle had already fallen asleep.

horror? Patrick found himself admiring Brielle’s strength

every ounce of sorrow Ms. Brielle felt, Max experienced it tenfold. If

rarely offered truth. Yet it was

savior. That

inquired about Adrian’s whereabouts,

asked, “Shouldn’t we wait for the president’s meeting

moment. She needed to act now, or else once she had a moment of calm, she’d remember Aubree’s despairing eyes, her

when Max’s voice echoed from the

listening to the commotion outside all

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was supposed to be in a meeting. Then she heard him continue to engage with the people on the other

sighed somewhat helplessly. “Ms. Brielle, since that’s the case, please wait for Mr. Dorsey. Otherwise, I’ll have a tough time explaining things once

naturally didn’t dare to act

Wesley was worried you looked ill when you came back last night, and he’s been brewing