Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 94

Kenzo knew his sister like the back of his hand. She was the center of their social circle, having been doted on since childhood. Coupled with her own impressive achievements, she wore a halo that shone brightly. A person like that would never settle for defeat.

Kenzo had attended Beaconsfield College, where even then, Brielle’s name was known. She was beautiful and unassuming, with a talent. that could have taken her even further if the Haywood family had not kept a tight rein on her.

Kenzo was well aware that, if it came down to it, Brielle was every bit as

capable as Alivia.

Brielle’s first decade was spent in an orphanage, struggling even for the most basic needs. In contrast, Alivia was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. From her earliest words, she was surrounded by different languages and nurtured by top–tier tutors brought in by the Barnes family to cultivate her interests and hobbies. The amount of money the Barnes family invested in her was beyond reckoning.

Alivia was who she was because she was a child of the Barnes family. She simply fulfilled a destiny that seemed written from birth. But Brielle was who she was because she was Brielle–and that was the whole

story.

Kenzo set his glass down, his gazes showing layers of emotions.

you thought about finding yourself a lady? Look at Andrew, already engaged, and the others switch

Those words carried

small smile, Kenzo twirled his empty glass, “Haven’t found anyone

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whirlpool of the entertainment industry. In the entertainment industry,

acknowledged having

your type? I’ll keep an eye out for you,”

flashed through Kenzo’s mind, and the corners of his

had misheard, her eyes widening before she let out a chuckle. “There are plenty of beauties

term ‘beautiful‘ was indeed

someone who knows how to charm,” Kenzo added before closing his eyes.

but Kenzo was like the comforting glow of a thousand homes, softening the world.

you,” Alivia said noncommittally, thinking he was

withdrew from the welcoming party, feeling

his call and then heard a knock at the bedroom door. It