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.

so quickly after witnessing such horror? Patrick found himself admiring

of sorrow Ms. Brielle felt, Max experienced it tenfold. If Ms. Brielle’s heart was slightly bruised, Max’s was probably already shattered.

world that life rarely offered truth. Yet it was filled with so many forms

love was the savior. That was

she inquired about Adrian’s whereabouts, as she had some questions for

we wait for the president’s

now, or else once she had a moment of calm, she’d remember Aubree’s despairing eyes, her body marred with marks, and that gruesome, bloodied tooth.

escort her when Max’s voice echoed

the commotion outside all along.

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

Mr. Dorsey. Otherwise, I’ll have a tough time explaining

that, she naturally didn’t dare to act on

“Ms. Brielle, why don’t you head downstairs for a meal? Wesley was worried you looked ill when you came back last night, and he’s been brewing a nourishing soup for you since