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

him back

a sharp

something these

enough, someone brought in boiling water and an iron

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

the room, and soon, Myles' screams

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

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

and it was undeniable that his looks were unmatched,

those who knew him understood this was

me tend to your wounds." Her emphasis on "my room" was deliberate, her eyes roaming over him suggestively. This was

the only woman among these central figures, not just for her prowess but also because she was the daughter of the organization's

sought her favor, yet now her

in the room was palpable as Kenzo, a newcomer,

her fingers lightly tracing

been injured badly. Running around without treatment could lead to

looked down, his expression

a moment, he reached out, pulling her

"Where's your room?"

Irene smiled.

very top, befitting the leader's beloved daughter,

was intense, mostly