Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1126

In what felt like the thousandth time Kenzo had taken her to the heights of ecstasy, Irene suddenly realized she wanted to be with this man. "Kenzo, my dad thinks highly of you."

As their time together wound down, she murmured, fighting through the soreness in her eyes from the intensity of their connection.

But Kenzo was just leaning against the wall, holding a book that seemed to delve into psychology.

"Uh-huh."

His tone was so nonchalant, it was as if the woman beside him hadn't just shared a moment of intense intimacy but was merely a stranger. Irene couldn't help herself; she reached out from under the covers to grab him.

"Kenzo, I'm not ready to sleep yet."

Kenzo shifted his gaze from the book to her.

Irene, true to her name, was as radiant and striking as a summer storm. Yet, to Kenzo, she was merely the boss's daughter, nothing more.

Irene was all about adventure, irresistibly drawn to the unknown. She knew Kenzo didn't feel the same, but she was confident that, in time, he would. After all, her fascination with him was more about his allure than genuine affection. They were both in it for what they could get; no need to complicate things with feelings.

"If I stick with you, my dad will back you. You know we've controlled many with that drug. If you become the leader, you can do whatever you want."

teased lightly

book aside and pulled her into his

you won't be

chuckled, "That depends on how skilled you

be told, she was exhausted, drained

a book right after their encounter was unsettling. Was her charm really less

for two days straight

stayed with her; he'd been called away

find her father, Colton, seated at the head of the table,

seat, she caught snippets

captured, and the informants he managed

loss, or that of

room cleared, Irene spoke

looking for a successor? What do

Kenzo. Colton, a man with a stern and brooding presence, had a soft spot for his only daughter. "He's promising, far more so than his father or

approval yet. They see him as just a tool. But now, he seems to have realized his worth. Dad, see great potential in

the cup down with a thoughtful

same about

hadn't betrayed us, he would have been capable of leading. My persona interests aside, he was talented, wasn't he? In our line of work, it's crucial to choose