Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1127

"Don't worry, Dad. I've always kept our goal in mind."

As dusk settled in, Kenzo came back, intending to head to the living room. Instead, a hand reached out from the shadows, pulling him into a secluded corner.

There was a side door, leading to a cramped space. Irene wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Dad's agreed to make you the successor. Soon, you'll be my fiancé in both name and right. How does that title suit you?"

Kenzo gazed deeply into her eyes and chuckled softly. "What's my reward?"

The space was too tight, their breaths mingling, seeming to brand themselves deep within, impossible to shake off. Irene didn't say anything, just turned around, her stance making her intentions clear.

Kenzo's fingers traced her back, entangling her in the sensation until she was nearly lost, then he asked, "Sarah, the woman we captured last time, where did you guys take her?"

Sarah was Dustin and Brielle's mother, lured in by Kenzo. At the time, he wasn't a core member and couldn't decide her fate.

lady? You don't even fret over your own mother's tragic death, yet you worry about someone else's. I'm not sure if you're too caring or heartless. Besides, discussing such matters now really isn't to my taste." "She's a key threat to the Lynch family," Kenzo said, his tone indifferent, still holding

North American royalty, she's not just leverage against the Lynch family but also a bargaining chip with the royals. Kenzo, considering your great

"Of course not."

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happening inside but none dared to eavesdrop. Firstly, out respect for Irene's status, and secondly, because of her temper. Push her too far, and

my father also has an adopted son extremely formidable, the strongest in the organization. I'm

He doesn't like showing his face, and all these

he looks like, not

me."

"An adopted son?"

done extensive research before coming here. He thought he had enough information but hadn't expected the existence of

be

leaderboard, but the deadliest isn't listed. That's

Jaired, the organization's trumpet

worth killing,