Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1095

But he offhandedly tossed a knife to Joseph.

In that moment, Joseph struggled to grab the knife, cutting through the ropes binding his legs. He quickly threw on a shirt from beside the bed and trailed after him, step by step. King was a bit confused. Why was this guy following him? He wasn't into that kind of thing.

Before he could say anything, he watched as Joseph turned around and knelt down in silence. Like a loyal, devoted dog.

But King didn't need a dog. He trusted no one.

"Sir, my life is in your hands now."

This came from a nineteen-year-old, but King wasn't much older himself.

"My name's Joseph. I'm from the Sanchez family."

In North America, the famous casinos are run by the Sanchez family.

Anyone involved with casinos couldn't be good news.

But then, King wasn't exactly a saint himself, so he found the whole casino business quite intriguing.

A smirk crossed his face. He had an idea.

"What do you need from me to take down the Sanchez family?"

saw a fire in this man's eyes, a fire

a great fire, and this blaze was ready to consume

control of the Sanchez family, just not publicly. The family was caught up in their internal squabbles, all of them losers

someone would step

Sanchez family had long been Joseph's, and King's by extension, though no one knew

been in and out of consciousness, only ensuring Brielle was sent away

his care, entrusted King's safety to Myles,

the castle,

without permission and living there for a month. King didn't blame him; instead, he had him deliver

time King really

Sanchez family, rarely returning to them, quietly

shouldn't have kept this man by Isaac's side. If Joseph had run off with Isaac, threatening King, it would have nullified years of effort, perhaps

it, nor did he want to remember anything

felt soulless, even more lifeless

years, Joseph managed everything

not to use the knife, as it was pointless. King glanced

trembling all along, silent

tongue to prove loyalty, then

of self-mutilation was the

lucky to be

like that was

squinted, asking behind

sent