Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1152

In their secret hideout, Irene soaked in the tub, her skin marked by their recent passionate encounter. Outside, the sound of people clinking glasses and playing drinking games filled the air-everyone was celebrating.

Her time with Kenzo had been brief, no more than two hours, as both of them were lost in their own thoughts. She knew Kenzo was waiting for her to reveal her trump card. Drying her fingers on the tub's edge, Irene grabbed a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a perfect smoke ring into the damp air. The humidity quickly made the cigarette soggy, and the smoke mingled with the steam, giving the bathroom an ethereal feel.

Kenzo, dressed in pajamas, opened the door and saw her smoking. He walked over and took the cigarette from her fingers. "Smoking in the bath?"

Irene raised an eyebrow and smiled playfully. "Just got promoted, huh? So, feeling a bit more in charge now, darling?" she teased.

Kenzo cut straight to the point. "Is your ace that assassin?"

the tub, wrapping herself in a towel as she moved closer to Kenzo. "Darling, can't we talk about this after our wedding night?" she pleaded, gently placing her palm on his cheek. Kenzo frowned. Her

laughed lightly. "Oh, darling, you're so

but carried her to the bed once she had slipped on the slippers. Irene had indulged in a few too many glasses of champagne,

the room steadied, and Irene's lips curled into a smile at the ongoing celebration outside. "I can't believe I'm actually married," she said, her voice light and airy. She wrapped her arms around Kenzo's waist and looked up at him. Her beauty was undeniable, and

the North American royalty won't just stand by and watch us. Over the years, our organization has provided them with pharmaceuticals that could influence healthcare across the entire country. Without us, they'll have quite the headache, especially considering our control over certain drugs that helped the royal family eliminate political rivals." Irene's smile was brazen, almost reckless. "If the Lynch family has reinforcements, then our backup is the North American royal family. After all, my mother is a princess

It was like glimpsing the dirty secrets of royalty. To think they'd engage in such a marriage alliance with an organization, leveraging its power to eliminate rivals while bypassing international scrutiny. It

was merely cannon fodder in this elaborate game, then the royal family stood to gain control over the diamond resources should they fall. Such an intricate web of strategy. It made

though his eyes remained calm and undisturbed. "So,

saying goes, when