Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 644

The accident had already been captured on camera by passing motorists.

Max and Andrew’s faces were familiar to anyone who flipped through the business section of the daily paper. They were celebrities in their own right, with Max commanding even more attention than Hollywood’s leading men.

However, before the video could go viral, it was forcefully suppressed. It was pulled from the internet and remained unseen by the general public.

Meanwhile, within the elite circles, rumors were spreading like wildfire.

Max and Andrew had come to blows. It was not just a scuffle–it was a brutal fight to the bitter end.

At that moment, Brielle was sitting in Max’s car, noticing the bloodstains on his knuckles beneath the coat he’d worn since morning. She quickly reached for the first aid kit stashed under the seat.

A chill seemed to radiate from Max, so Patrick tactfully lowered the privacy screen.

Brielle knew that her and Andrew’s near–miss with the truck had shaken Max. It had scared her, too, to the point where she thought she and Andrew might’ve actually died.

She took out the first aid kit and gently cleaned the blood from his knuckles with a cotton swab. He just had a scratch from the glass, thankfully not too deep. As she was about to blow on the wound, Max took the swab and started to remove her jacket.

“Don’t move,” he said, his voice icy.

really okay, it

bleeding. It hadn’t hurt at first, but under Max’s intense gaze, she became acutely aware

car pulled up at the hospital, with Jaired’s vehicle not

ER without so much as a sideways

and the violent car surge left her head

nothing serious. The cut just needs to be disinfected,” the doctor said after a

doctor was ready to send her on her way, but Max insisted she stay at the hospital

agree.

in the operating room down the hall, the surgeons had successfully removed the

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Chapter 044

from Andrew’s

guy.” they remarked with “If it had been just a tad off, it would’ve pierced

was lucky.

of

was obvious to everyone that this brawl with Max was serious. Both sides definitely needed to sit down and hash it out. Andrew’s injury wasn’t exactly a scratch, while Max appeared to be in the pink of health. No matter which way you cut it,

relatives was giving him a headache. “I need to rest,” he grumbled.

others out, leaving them