Chapter 643
Andrew thought it was time to snuff out Brielle’s life. He never dwelled on consequences–his own satisfaction was paramount.
He could even disregard that she belonged to Max. So what? To cross him was to court death.
However, a nagging feeling told him that killing Brielle would provoke more than a slap from Aubree.
His hands gripped the steering wheel with a wild edge, and his brows knitted in fierce determination. “Brielle, my business with Aubree is none of your concern. She’s well aware that I plan to marry Tessa. My heart has always been with Tessa.”
*Andrew, did Aubree not tell you? The moment you marry Tessa, she’ll step out of the picture. She’s just getting an early start. Your wedding is coming up soon, right? Tessa’s relying on you more than ever. If you don’t marry her, think of how pitiful she’ll be.”
Her face was lit up with a smile as the sunlight kissed one cheek.
Suddenly, a chilling thought struck Andrew. Brielle wasn’t looking forward to his marriage with Tessa; she was anticipating pushing him and Tessa into a living hell.
That grave called marriage seemed to beckon him and Tessa to a point of no return.
But why?
He had never liked Brielle. He despised her even because he knew all too well how she had climbed the social ladder to Max’s side through less–than–honorable means. He had always looked down on such women, much like his disdain for Aubree.
Women were all the same in his eyes. They either used their bodies to get ahead or threw around their beauty to seduce men.
He’d admit his treatment of Aubree over the years was far from kind. For him, she was nothing more than a convenient bed partner. She was a call away when he needed her, worth a stack of cash he would leave behind after using her. Everything was clean and uncomplicated.
Deep down, Andrew sensed that Aubree wanted more than this arrangement. And yet, all he could offer was just that.
He was the heir to the Clements family and the CEO of Clements Corporation. He could hardly announce to the world his affair with his sister in all but blood. The moment that news leaked, Clements Corporation’s shares would plummet.
He’d trampled Aubree’s genuine feelings until they were numb, never caring for her pain. So what was he so angry and conflicted about now?
He floored the accelerator, continuing to torment Brielle. Pain began gnawing at Brielle’s stomach, her discomfort growing.
Behind them, several cars were in pursuit. She recognized one–it was Max’s. He had arrived
But Andrew dicht stee, cushing the pedal to the metal His car was a custom sports car with the advantage of speed maintaining a tenuous distance between them.
“Andrew, are you pericing because Aubree wants to end things with you? You’re even redecting Tessa’s well–cerg. It seems you’re not that fond of Tessa after all.”
“Shut up!” Andrew was turious, his breath uneven. He took a sharp turn, only to confront a roadwork sign ahead.
The sports car’s speed left no time for reaction, and the vehicle barreled past the sign. In a salt–second decision. Andrew varked the steering wheel narrowly avoiding a collision with an oncoming trud
The car slammed into a roadside tree, crumpling the hood. Shards of the shattered windshield pierced Andrew’s chest, while Brielle suffered only a minor cut to her arm.
He breathed a sigh of relet, cong the car door open. Before he could react. Max had him by the collar, landing a heavy punch on his face.
Andrew’s teeth nearly rattled loose with the blow.
Brielle, with only a scratch, ocened the now–broken car door and stepped out, clutching her injured arm. Wax saw the red on her limb and delivered a kick to Andrew’s chest.
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Sumounding drivers red stocked, all taking out their phones to capture the scene.
Jaired and Patrick who were following close behind, sensed trouble. Patrick reached Brielle first, draping his jacket over her head. “Ms. Brielle. please get in our car.”
She nodded, aware that this scene would cause an uproar if it went viral.
Glass was embedded in Andrew’s chest, and Max’s punches had him teetering on the edge of
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Jaired attempted to stop Max his expression grave. “Brielle’s fine, but Andrew’s badly hurt. Do you went to kill him?”
Max’s expression was icy, but thoughts of Brielle made him stride back to his car.
Jaired helbed Andrew off the ground, sighing at the smartphones poking out of car windows, knowing it was too late to stop the spread.
“Can you walk?” He supported Andrew, who clutched at his chest, each breath a stab of pain. Jaired ushered him into his car, urgently instructing the driver to head for the hospital. The glass shard couldn’t wait. If Andrew died, all of Beaconsfield would be thrown into chaos.
