Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1124

Somewhere else in North America.

Myles had been tied up, hands and feet, for two long days and nights in this dim, Noir-style room. His mind kept replaying the moments after he left the castle, only to be ambushed and dragged here.

No water, no food-his captors were clearly waiting for him to crack and beg for mercy. But that was never going to happen. He was the CEO of DreamTech Designs, a big shot in the oil business. Even Max was just a pawn in his game. Two silent, agonizing days passed.

Then the door creaked open, a sliver of light cutting through the darkness, revealing the silhouette of a man. Myles recognized him immediately.

"Kenzo Barnes?"

After spending so much time in Beaconsfield, Myles knew Kenzo all too well. Kenzo's eyes roamed over Myles, a smirk playing on his lips.

"No wonder they picked you as a body double. Your job, your build... Slap a mask on, and even I could be fooled. You're so deep in this, I bet you don't even know who you are anymore."

Confusion clouded Myles's eyes, momentarily overshadowed by the pain from the ropes biting into his wrists. The sharp pain brought him back to reality. He curled up in a corner, eyes locked on Kenzo. "What do you want?"

Kenzo leaned in closer, their gazes locked.

"Who are you, really?"

King! Kenzo, you can't do this to me. I'm

straightened up, his smile

huh? No wonder you never

who fooled even himself, someone who had given up his own identity. He was no longer Myles;

settled into a

calm

have been intimidated by the tension, but

of the lid a

contrast to the atmosphere.

If I hadn't brought you here, you'd likely be dead by now." "Impossible! He'd never turn on

He was convinced he had perfectly replicated his master's

rim of his cup, his skin pale even under the dim

linchpin here meant sacrificing one's humanity and enduring brutal trials. Many had died, but those who survived

now slumped against

a thing

the way

at her... It's

really. She never