Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Chapter 817 But she didn't dwell on it, quickly grabbing santiseptic wipes.

Kenzo took them, meticulously cleaning his fingers one by one. The long, elegant tips soon returned to their usual pallor as Brielle poured the bloodied water from the basin down the sink. By the tshe returned to the living room, everything was back in order.

Kenzo was naturally pale, and now his complexion was even whiter. Shirtless, with only a bandage around his midsection and a pair of pants on, he looked vulnerable yet somehow still imposing. Brielle had never seen him like this; it was a bit awkward, so she kept her gaze averted. But while helping cut up his clothes earlier, she couldn't help but notice a bit more.

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Kenzo's physique wasn't the skinny, fragile type she had imagined. Instead, it was surprisingly solid, his abs and the V-line above his hips well-defined and tense, exuding a sense of strength. Brielle frowned, feeling a strange contrast in the man before her. "Ahem." Kenzo coughed twice, a hint of unnatural red dusting his cheeks. Brielle knew he had a fever, so she rummaged through the medicine cabfor sfever reducer.

"Kenzo, you should take one of these. You really should see a doctor about that wound. Without professional treatment, it might get infected," she suggested.

Kenzo accepted the pill she handed him, his gaze landing on her face. She paused, sensing he had something to say, so she sat up straight, attentive. But Kenzo just swallowed the pill with water and leaned back, looking rather uncomfortable. "Who was after you tonight?" She couldn't help but ask.

Kenzo chuckled, a smile curling his lips. "After being in showbiz for so long, stepping on so many toes, it's normal for someone to wantdead." Brielle couldn't deny that. No matter the industry, it's always dirty, the entertainment world especially so. Now stripped of his Barnes family heir halo, Kenzo was just a top-notch screenwriter. To the real moguls, he was hardly a threat. She guessed smight even want to chain him up and force him to write scripts for life until his inspiration ran dry.

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

Being the smart man he was, Kenzo probably understood why she said that.

"I never imagined Max would go so far for you." Regarding this, Brielle herself was puzzled and hadn't pressed Max for answers. Were Max and Kenzo friends? Did Max hesitate before acting? And Kenzo, now looking devoid of any resentment, only added to Brielle's confusion. She was about to repeat her apology when Kenzo just chuckled.

"It doesn't bother me. No need for apologies." Brielle couldn't read him, even as he sat there with a face full of gentleness, appearing untroubled. So she hesitated, her eyes falling on his wound.

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At that moment, her phone rang - it was Max. It was four in the morning; by all accounts, Max shouldn't be calling her. But he did. Brielle instinctively glanced at Kenzo and stood up to answer. "Brielle." "Yes?" "Don't tell anyone about my injury." "Okay." Returning to her bedroom, she picked up the call, and Max's voice cthrough.

"Infinity Brilliance has released an official statement. The retired Mr Lynch has stepped up to take charge and announced a series of policies. Have you heard from Dustin lately?" "No, I can't reach him on his phone." Brielle shared her concern, "Is he in trouble?" Though Max disapproved of Dustin's affection for Brielle, he still owed him for visiting her in jail. "I'm heading to North America. The Lynch family is tight-lipped, and no one outside can get any information. Take care of yourself. Pearl Estate is under my dad's surveillance, and I'll send a couple of people to look after you. If anything happens, don't go it alone." Brielle sensed an impending storm and tensed up.

"Is Mr. Lynch missing, or-" "Brielle, I don't know."

Her eyes fell as she heard footsteps from outside; Kenzo was approachingLynch's trouble, Kenzo's injury, Max's departure - each event foretold turbulence ahead. got it. I won't act alone," she affirmed. "། After hanging up, Brielle tried Dustin's number again. This tit

wasn't that no one answered; it was turned off. Like a phone that shuts down automatically when the battery dies. Brielle set the phone down and went back to the living room to find Kenzo fiddling with the leaves of a potted plant on the windowsill. No matter what he did, he exuded the air of a genteel gentleman. The plant was one of several succulents Brielle had impulsively decided to nurture. "I haven't been taking good care of it. It's probably going to die soon."

Kenzo lowered his gaze, continuing to poke at the succulent, his voice! growing hoarse. "I'd rather it didn't n die." For a moment, Brielle thought he wasn't talking about the plant at all.

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