Master of his heart

Chapter 672

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!”

completely cut ties. Hearing

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

blood, but

men had tried to harass

worried that Andrew, in his current state, wouldn’t be able to handle the thugs, who were skilled and ruthless,

several entertainment

forward and gave a final kick to one of the

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hadn’t expected to meet such resistance

Jaired and Max could tell that Andrew was barely holding on. He had just been discharged from the hospital, his body still healing from injuries, and now he had taken down so many people. He was likely to pass

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

cigarette into a nearby trash can, his brow

glanced at the blood on Andrew’s hand with disdain and kicked

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