Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1084

Alivia had no idea where this guy was taking her; she just followed along, ending up in front of a sleek mansion. Kenzo didn't offer a hand, just strolled right in. Inside, a middle-aged man was engrossed in a book, his brow furrowing at Kenzo's return. The moment he noticed Alivia, his face darkened. "Why'd you bring someone from Beaconsfield here?"

Panic crept into the professor's voice as he hurried forward. "If you start making decisions on your own, those people will be pissed."

Before the words fully landed, a gun was pressed against his forehead. The professor's pupils shrank in disbelief.

"If you don't care about her well-being, why should I? I've been tangled in her mess for far too long, Father. So long that my patience is running out." A smirk curled Kenzo's lips as he tapped the gun against the professor's forehead. "I'm sorry, but you and Grandpa have been utterly useless."

"Have you lost your mind? Don't forget, your mother's still in their hands," he stammered.

For years, the professor had kept Kenzo under his thumb, dictating his every move because Kenzo's mother was held hostage. Despite being his own flesh and blood, the professor showed no concern. He used his son for his own ends, even sending him to the Barnes family right after birth. When Kenzo was old enough to think for himself, he was told that his true identity could cost him his life if discovered.

son. To him, those serving the organization were to forsake everything, to obey without question. They weren't family, just followers of the organization. The organization was sacred, destined to topple everything, demanding

The professor was at a loss. His years undercover in Beaconsfield had been successful, with a clear path to retiring with honor. He never thought

control over medical resources opens up many possibilities. Why stagnate? Maybe it's time for a change in leadership, Father. I regret my mother's

his mother's death showed his indifference towards her fate. This world was mad, devoid of humanity. If he didn't descend

the organization, forbidden from uttering such sentiments. Walls have ears. Kenzo's return trip had somehow emboldened him to contemplate usurping those in charge. A thought flashed through the professor's mind,

years, Kenzo's

another reason to care. Kenzo was the professor's perfect creation: gentle, beautiful, capable of betraying even Dustin, his longtime acquaintance. This

creation was flawed.

of a perfect creation was an insult to them. Yet Kenzo

was indifferent,

that

enough, half an hour later, a car waited at the door for him. Seeing the group of