Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1085

As the woman glanced at Alivia through the rearview mirror, she commented, "Nice look you've got there. You sure he'll go for it?"

Alivia, terrified, clung to Kenzo's hand, her voice trembling on the edge of tears.

"Bro, I don't wanna go. Please, don't make me go there."

She didn't know exactly what that place was, but the woman's tone told her it wasn't anywhere good. And Kenzo's mother-how old must she have been? That such a woman could still fall victim to such horrors.

Raped, then killed, and all of it mentioned so casually in front of Kenzo, as if human beings were no more than cattle to them. She was determined not to end up in a place like that!

Kenzo remained silent, only instructing softly, "Pull over."

The woman in the front raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on the driver's wrist. Obediently, the driver stopped the car. Kenzo, with his eyes closed, swallowed hard.

"If you're having second thoughts, you can leave. But don't forget, this is your only shot at getting back at Brielle."

his side, could only see his profile. It was undeniable, Kenzo's face was perfection itself. She used to think of him as the embodiment of gentleness, but now, that gentleness had turned into a blade, ready to slice through flesh and bone. Alivia had already opened the car door, one foot already stepping out, but his words froze her in place. If she left, where could she possibly go? Who

on Brielle, no matter the cost. She couldn't bear to see Brielle so content! She was ready to go all out, leaving an indelible scar in Max's heart, even if it

Alivia's eyelashes quivered as she withdrew her foot and closed the

front laughed lightly, lighting up

drag, and then

noticing the bright lipstick mark on it. He held it between his fingers, slightly tilting his head back as

smiled, her lips curving

you even realize what

provoked him on purpose, eager to see how

continued to dismantle a gun, her

the test.

between his lips, silent, his gaze fixed on

more ambitious than your father ever

or earned admiration. Those willing to be dogs had their secrets held tight by the organization,