Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 642

Chapter 642 

Brielle couldn’t help but smirk, a sarcastic curve playing at the corners of her lips. “Sorry about that. I’ve no clue where Aubree’s at,” she said, her voice tinged with irony. 

No sooner had the words left her mouth than the gas pedal was slammed down hard. She hadn’t even had time to buckle her seatbelt before she was nearly thrown backward. 

Andrew was fuming, and today, he was driving a two–seater sports car that could go from zero to sixty in a heartbeat. As he floored it, the world outside the windows became nothing but a blur. 

The speed was so intense it gave her a feeling of extreme weightlessness. Her scream was like stuck in her throat, unable to escape or be swallowed. 

Brielle had never experienced anything like it. All she could hear was the roar of the engine. Everything else was lost to her. Time and space seemed to be in reverse, her recent meal pressing uncomfortably against her stomach, making her feel nauseous, but the cold sweat breaking out on her back made it impossible to vomit. 

Andrew was torturing her on purpose, perhaps because she had sold Aubree’s house or maybe because of the slap she had given him last time. He was always one to hold a grudge, and she was sure he was looking for a chance to get back at her for that slap. 

Brielle’s face grew colder, but she maintained her composure. “Andrew, are you trying to get us both killed?” 

“Do you really think you’re worth dying with me?” His tone was cool, his muscles tense, as he pushed the gas pedal to the floor again. 

Once the speed picked up, he slammed on the brakes. Even with her seatbelt fastened, Brielle felt her stomach churn with each jolt. 

“Tell me where Aubree is, Brielle, and I’ll let you go,” Andrew demanded again. 

Aubree wasn’t answering her phone, so the only person who might know her whereabouts was Brielle. The thought that Brielle had sold Aubree’s house without his permission sent Andrew into a panic. It was as if he was about to lose something vital. 

Brielle gripped the safety belt, closing her eyes to ease the dizziness. “Aren’t you about to marry Tessa?” 

With a sneer, Andrew sped up the car again. “My marriage to Tessa won’t affect what Aubree and I have. Tessa’s not in good health.” 

Brielle found it both funny and bitterly ironic. So, he truly believed Aubree was just Tessa’s replacement when he needed to relieve himself? 

She closed her eyes, her face growing pale. The car continued at this insane speed until they were far outside the city. 

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Chapter 642 

“The moment you tell me where Aubree is, I’ll let you go,” he said, pulling out his phone for her 

to see. 

Brielle saw the flashing name. Max was calling, but Andrew didn’t answer. He simply switched the phone to airplane mode. His phone had anti–surveillance technology, so no one could track 

him. 

She knew he meant it. There was nothing Andrew wouldn’t do, even if it meant killing her. 

“You sure you want to play this game, Andrew? Tessa’s probably still in the ER, and if she doesn’t see you soon, who knows what kind of scene she’ll make?”