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!”

for years, and despite their differences, they never completely cut ties. Hearing that Andrew was in

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

were dripping with blood, but he seemed oblivious

had tried to

wouldn’t be able to handle the thugs, who were skilled and ruthless, regardless

entertainment venues, was a notorious hangout for troublemakers.

tension as he rushed forward and gave a final kick to one of the thugs. “Get lost! All of you, get lost! Are you blind

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meet such resistance and scrambled

still healing from injuries, and

forehead, his eyes bloodshot as he tried to light a cigarette, hands shaking, but before he could get it lit, the cigarette was snatched away. He looked up, ready to lash out, only

cigarette into a nearby trash can, his brow furrowed in disapproval. “Looking for more trouble?”

Andrew’s hand

his

“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 eyes? Doesn’t Tessa have health issues? With your constant brawling, she’ll end up back in the hospital worried

sense of reason returned, and he

in