Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 230

Kenzo sat idly by, watching as a frosty expression took hold of Andrew’s face, a fleeting glimmer of something indefinable darting through his eyes.

Nobody could ever read Kenzo; of all his friends, he was the most even–tempered but also the most inscrutable. Max was as cold as ice, Andrew as fiery as a blazing hearth, and Kenzo? He was the deep, unfathomable ocean.

The shallows were gentle, with hints of sun–kissed beaches and carefree days, while the depths were dark and impenetrable, secrets lurking in the abyss.

Their other friend, he was the blade–sharp and sheathed, ready to cut deep at a moment’s notice. Alas, he was still enlisted, his return eagerly awaited.

Kenzo tilted his head down, slowly straightening the cuffs of his sleeves with deliberate nonchalance. “You really don’t like Brielle?” Kenzo inquired, the words slipping out smooth as

silk.

Andrew scoffed at the question. “Of course, I don’t. Women like her, with her background, they only latch onto a guy like Max with one thing in mind. Ever heard of ‘targeted hunting“? They make an effort to mimic what he likes, deceive him, win his heart, and once they’ve got what they want, poof–they vanish without a trace. Today’s women are too clever by half.”

eyes, Brielle was

he quite

intention of sparing Brielle’s life. Once Tessa woke up, they would have her come and dole out the punishment herself, play with her prey until she was satiated. As for Brielle, she was nothing more than

expose this charade. After all, if she did, the Rowlands would have to tread carefully around Max, not daring to lay a finger on Brielle. This

all awaiting

But no such luck.

a saying: it’s the silent

the scene, Sophia headed to a hospital a few hundred

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the doctors actually use their tools on her. So,

It was their first time being coerced into such a farce, all while real patients waited for treatment. Their faces bore resentment, but out of fear of Tessa’s threats, they