Master of his heart

Chapter 291
Max's smile was like a chill wind that swept through the room, leaving a frost in
its wake.
Lillian’s chatter came to a shuddering halt as a cold dread seeped into every pore
of her being. Her body felt like it had turned to ice, and she stared with wide,
terrified eyes at the man before her. The untouchable air that once surrounded
him had vanished. It was replaced by an aura of darkness that sent shivers down
the spine.
Lillian collapsed to the floor, instinctively recoiling from the fear that gripped her.
He was truly terrifying.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she crawled backward. Her body
involuntarily arched until suddenly, she felt the void behind her and began to
plummet.
The sensation was eerily familiar—it was the same weightlessness she had felt
before when she’d leaped from the building.
With tear—rimmed eyes, she fixed her gaze on Max, who remained stoic above
her. Why couldn't he spare a sliver of kindness for her?
But Max just looked down, his eyes as still as a calm sea. The noise around them
was overwhelming, a cacophony of sounds that merged into one. He couldn't let
tonight's events become known; he couldn't afford to have anyone become his
weakness.
Even if... Even if that person was Brielle.
Max blinked as his attention was drawn to the voices coming from the rooftop.
“Max!”
“Mr. Dorsey!”
The first voice was Andrew, and the second was Patrick.
Max's brow furrowed. Andrew was the last person he wanted to encounter now.
Unlike the cool-headed Kenzo, Andrew was impulsive and reckless. If he knew
that Brielle had nearly brought harm to Max, he'd eliminate her without a second
thought.
Besides Michael, Andrew was a person who would never allow any weaknesses
on himself.
The door to the rooftop was kicked open, and many people rushed over, led by
Andrew and Patrick. Patrick looked anxious, his pupils contracting sharply.
Andrew, on the other hand, looked stern, his eyes full of sharpness and coldness.
He was not a fool, Max appearing near the apartment where Brielle used to live
was definitely not a coincidence. Perhaps someone was using Brielle to lure him
into this trap.
To Andrew, Max was an adversary, a benchmark. In his eyes, Max was perfection
personified, a statue of impeccability. But now, it was as if the statue had begun
to crack. The proud Priest suddenly seemed to be yearning for the mortal world—
a terrifying prospect.
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Andrew's heart was boiling with murderous intent, and he was resolved to find an
opportunity to do away with Brielle..
Patrick, on the other hand, rushed over anxiously. “Boss, are you alright?”
Max shook his head, his demeanor still regal. He walked past Andrew, pausing to
deliver warning. “Don’t touch her.” They both knew who “she’ was.
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It was unlike Andrew to be so unnervingly calm. Max's lips tightened, and his
expression was cold. “Brielle.”
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“Yes.” Max was candid; there was no need for pretense among friends.
Andrew sneered, “Don’t worry. I won't touch her.”
Patrick, standing to the side, was equally nervous, fearing a clash between the
two. Fortunately. Andrew still clung to his wits. Max said nothing more and led the
way out.
Patrick hurried after him, glancing back at Andrew, who stood under the fiery
glow of the night sky. His eyes were dark and resolute, as if he had made a
decision. Danger seemed to emanate from him.
Patrick averted his gaze. He was always astonished by Mr. Clements’ restraint
around the
boss.
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Aloathing for Brielle.