Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1125

Kenzo casually pulled his leg back, noticing a smear of blood on his shoe tip, his brow knitting slightly. "What's with that kid?"

He knew the child belonged to Max and Brielle, but the specifics of their sudden split were a mystery to him.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Myles, reeling from the kick, lay gasping on the floor, a pitiful sight.

"Kenzo, you-"

Before he could finish, Kenzo's foot pinned his head to the ground again.

Kenzo's expression remained indifferent, his gaze on Myles as if he were merely an object.

"I told you to know your place."

Myles spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes brimming with defiance despite the humiliation.

"I am the King, and I am Max; that's my identity. Brielle will be my little princess. I'll cherish her, live with her in a castle. Have you seen her face when she's under me? Of course, you haven't! Because you'll never get the chance. She only screams for me." Kenzo frowned, pulling his foot back. Had his self-control really slipped this much?

"Cough, cough, cough."

Myles lay beaten, yet in his heart, he still saw himself as the untouchable King.

chuckled, dusting off his hands as

him back to

his delusions, needing a sharp dose of pain to snap out

something these

brought in boiling water and

this is my favorite method. Scald his skin with the boiling water, then peel off the cooked flesh with the iron comb. Keep repeating

and soon, Myles'

walked into the front hall, he found a striking woman waiting for him. She wore a thin dress, a cigarette dangling

clear, the invitation laid out, waiting to see if the other party was

was undeniable that his looks were unmatched, even by the heartthrobs

those who knew him understood this was

your wounds." Her emphasis on "my room" was deliberate, her eyes roaming over him

central figures, not just for her prowess but also because she was the daughter of

her favor, yet now

in the room was palpable as Kenzo, a newcomer, had

her fingers lightly

injured badly. Running around

looked down, his

moment, he reached out, pulling her

"Where's your room?"

Irene smiled.

the leader's beloved daughter,

was intense, mostly