Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 672

Kenzo’s gaze lingered for a moment before he looked away.

Max was sitting next to Jaired, who couldn’t resist the urge to fiddle with the scarf around Max’s neck. “Have I ever seen you wear one of these things before?”

Jaired’s hand hadn’t even reached out before Max swatted it away. Another crisis had just been averted, and Jaired could feel the tension in the air as if another bomb was about to go off.

Max was in a foul mood, and it was as if a chilling aura surrounded him. Jaired felt as though he might be cut by the icicles emanating from Max and instinctively retracted his hand, his fingers curling up slightly.

“What’s with you guys tonight, all acting like you’re on edge? Just now, Andrew was outside going off at his sister, then came in looking like he was ready to commit murder, and you’re not far off from that state either.”

Max took off his coat, carefully placing his scarf on top of it with a deliberate gesture. Beneath the coat, he wore a suit, clearly having just finished some business negotiation. He casually unfastened his cufflinks and tossed them onto the couch.

Jaired was tempted to ask about the deal Max had been working on, but sensing his bad mood, he decided against asking and getting an earful.

Jaired’s phone rang. He pressed the answer button, and his brain exploded with urgency. It was Tessa again. He grabbed Max. “To the parking lot! Something’s happened to

Andrew!”

known Andrew for years, and despite their differences, they never completely cut ties.

sounds of a brawl. As Max and Jaired approached, they saw Andrew in the center of a scene with a dozen thugs on

dripping with blood, but he seemed oblivious to

had tried to harass Tessa.

Jaired, worried that Andrew, in his current state, wouldn’t be able to handle the

to several entertainment venues, was a notorious hangout

gave a final kick to one of the

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hadn’t expected to meet

on. He had just been discharged from the hospital, his body still healing from injuries, and now he had taken down so many people.

fled, a sweat broke out on Andrew’s forehead, his eyes bloodshot as he tried to light a cigarette, hands shaking, but before he could get

cigarette into a nearby trash can, his brow furrowed in disapproval.

reaching out to grab Max’s collar. Max glanced at the blood on Andrew’s hand with disdain and kicked him away. Andrew landed

Max and his high

Tessa, still teary–eyed, and couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “You two are getting married in a few days, and the news is already out. Do you want your bride to walk down the aisle with swollen

of reason returned, and he

in