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.

hands

back to

his delusions, needing a sharp dose of

these

boiling water and

Kenzo, this is my favorite method. Scald his skin with the boiling water, then peel off the cooked flesh with the iron comb. Keep repeating the process until you reach bone. Don't worry, he'll come back to reality soon enough." Kenzo was uninterested

of the room, and soon, Myles'

dress, a cigarette dangling between

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

clearly had designs on Kenzo, and it was undeniable that his looks were unmatched, even by the

gentle, yet those who knew him understood this was merely

fold. Are you hurt? Come to my room; let me tend to your wounds." Her emphasis on "my room" was deliberate, her eyes roaming over him suggestively. This was a vast compound, surrounded by key figures of the

the only woman among these central figures, not just for her prowess but also because

yet now her

was palpable as Kenzo, a newcomer,

was bold, her fingers

around

down, his expression

a moment, he reached out, pulling

"Where's your room?"

Irene smiled.

the very top, befitting the

kiss was intense,