NovelBookMurray's neck was bulging with veins, and his forehead was slick with sweat. Brielle was genuinely worried that if
he kept up this level of distress, the wound in his throat might get even worse. "Look, | advise you to cool it, pal,
or that second chance at life you just snagged might slip right through your fingers."
But Murray clearly didn't give a hoot about his own life; he was even trying to rip open the bandages around his
neck with his bare hands, eager to tear at the wound. Brielle's pupils narrowed, and she swiftly chopped the back
of his neck. Murray passed out, and Brielle immediately called for a doctor.
She'd never seen anyone this hell-bent on self-destruction. Was he trying to rip open his own scar and bleed out?
He cared nothing for his own life. Or maybe, because his sweetheart wanted him dead, he was obediently ready
to give up his life. Brielle's eyes darkened. This kind of extrlove surely left a trail. This guy probably saw his
partner as his entire world.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe got up and left the hospital room to speak with the doctor.
"lI want to know where his clothes are. Was there anything in them?"
It was either something given to him by that woman, or something he kept for her.
"Ms. Brielle, his clothes were sent for cleaning. There weren't any peculiar items, just a few pieces of candy. They
were water-damaged, so we disposed of them."
Candy? Brielle frowned. Just a few pieces of candy didn't give her much to work with. And judging by the man's
current state of mind, he probably wouldn't be willing to share any information.
As she left the hospital, she unexpectedly bumped into Michael, who was accompanied by his butler, entering
the hospital. Brielle was on her way out, and there was Michael, on his way in. The doorway was only so wide,
leading to an inevitable encounter. Michael's palm rested on a cane, and he seemed fairly robust, just a bit under
the weather. Brielle didn't think he looked sick, more likely someone else was ill. And for Michael to personally
visit, it must be the Barnes family patriarch. "Brielle."
Michael spoke up, while his butler, carrying a fruit basket, practiced discretion.
"Michael."
Michael gave a wry chuckle, sizing her up.
"Heard you turned Stellar Stage Entertainment into a wholly-owned subsidiary. Not a bad move. Hanging around
Max, that's part of the plan, isn't it?" "Michael, got proof?"
With a single retort, Brielle left Michael speechless. After all, it was just speculation. The overseas account that
bought the shares at a low price was anonymous.
"If it wasn't you, why would you care so much about Stellar Stage Entertainment? You've got everyone wrapped
around your finger."
"That might just be because I'm capable."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You!"
Michael almost coughed in frustration. His chest heaved, eyes seething with contempt.
"Stay away from Max, Brielle. If | find you sniffing around him, I'll make you regret it. Don't pushto play my
trump card."
With that, Michael shot her a chilly glance and walked on. Brielle stood there, silent. She had suspected Michael
still had an ace up his sleeve, she just didn't know what it was.
And she hadn't asked Max directly if he knew his real identity; after all this time, he hadn't said a word, so he
must have his reasons. Asking might disrupt his plans.
After getting into her car, Brielle still made her way to Stellar Stage Entertainment. She hadn't shown for days,
but the company was running smoothly. Only when
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