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

and this blaze was ready to consume the Sanchez

squabbles, all of them losers in the end. Joseph

Kailee had said, someone

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

out of consciousness, only ensuring Brielle was sent away

else with his care, entrusted King's safety to Myles, King's

the castle, after King, Brielle,

and living there for a month. King didn't

first time

family, rarely returning to them, quietly working by King's

was indeed in a state of despair, contrary to his distrustful nature. He 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,

about it, nor did he want to remember anything

left, he felt soulless, even more lifeless

Joseph managed everything perfectly, meeting

use the knife, as it was pointless. King

all along, silent even

as Joseph said, she had cut out her tongue to prove loyalty, then the knife held no

self-mutilation was the highest form of

was lucky to be

like that was out

asking behind

sent Brielle