Master of his heart

Chapter 331

Suddenly, the sky was pierced by the roar of a helicopter. Reinforcements. They actually had reinforcements.

At this moment, the only person Brielle felt sorry for was Kenzo, who was completely an innocent victim in this mess. No, she couldn’t give up. Even if it meant dying here, she had to save Kenzo.

Brielle gritted her teeth, and the taste of iron filled her mouth. She could no longer stand, so she crawled on the ground, inching forward. The roar of the chopper grew louder as if it were right above her.

Through her blurred vision, she could make out a figure in a sleek suit approaching swiftly. Without seeing his face, she knew he was in a panic.

Max?

It was probably just a dying hallucination..

Brielle felt a profound sense of injustice. On the brink of death, she still didn’t know who was targeting her. They had come after her with such force.

Blood stained the cobblestones as Max’s heart shattered. The world around him faded, leaving only the expanding image of Brielle, seared into his retinas in shades of red.

“Brielle!” He hastened to her side and lifted her. His cool presence threatened to shatter the very air around them.

wasn’t an illusion. Had Max really come? Brielle squinted, hearing distant gunfire, and quickly grabbed his arm. “Max?”

her blood–stained fingers. Her leg wounds, barely healed, were injured once more.

pulled her into his embrace. “What

time to ponder why Max was there; her

but then remembered Kenzo, forcing herself to be calm. “Kenzo is still over

a tissue to wipe her palms. His

gaze unsettled. “Kenzo? You went to the Radiant Light Church

wanted to take some

places. It seemed his encounter with Brielle was a mere chance.

held her close. “I’ll have someone look for him. You

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use here. But with Kenzo’s fate

leave without worry?

want to

arrived, they should

silent, a sharp taste crossing his heart as if he had bitten into a lemon. “My people will find Kenzo and ensure his safety.”

see the person she most wanted to in her dying moments. It was enough.

blood dripping from her fingertips to the ground, Max felt a sudden

Brielle glance at the wounds on her leg and palm; though minor, the blood made them look frightful. She sat on

more helicopters flew in, scouring the woods. The gunfire had stopped; the assailants

her gaze fell upon Max. He took a bandage from a subordinate and knelt