Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1159

He stared at the screen in front of him, lost in thought, his grip on the coffee mug turning his knuckles white. Irene got up, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

"The feud that started because of her, it ends with her. Only then will you truly belong to the organization, free from any emotional ties. Emotions cloud our judgment, and sending Jaired to take her out shows you're almost there. But not ruthless enough for me. I want to see you do it yourself."

Her words echoed in his ears, yet Kenzo's expression remained unchanged, his gaze locked on the screen. Irene looked at his gentle demeanor and couldn't resist planting a kiss on his neck.

"Kenzo, I'm genuinely starting to fall for you. So don't disappoint me. After all, you're my husband, and I'm not looking to be a widow."

Kenzo set his coffee mug down and looked up at her. "Have the men before me been any fewer in number?" he asked.

Irene laughed, "Now that you mention it, not really. They only met their end because they made mistakes. From a young age, I was groomed to be the successor. As soon as I came of age, my father took me to pick consorts, all to ensure I wouldn't develop any unnecessary emotional attachments. So I never get as tangled up as you do. Kenzo, once you've seen enough of the world, you realize love isn't all that important."

"Have you ever seen a successful person who prioritizes love? To live fully, one must be a little mad. And now, you're just one step away."

walked herself. Only then would Kenzo truly stand by her side,

the

coffee briefly transporting him elsewhere. He remembered the candy apple. Jaired was right seeing him turn out this

He was also incredibly patient, maintaining his cover as a Dummy beside Dustin for years without

significant resilience.

abandon the identity of Kenzo, and start anew. Just half a year. He could then take his mother, along with a

act of kindness, giving him a candy apple, and now she had to face his unwarranted revenge. How absurd. The fault was his, for harboring delusions. Fortunately, it was all about to end. There was no bond deeper than

with his firearm and casually tossed it to someone nearby. He joined Dustin, boarding the intact helicopter. The family opposing the Lynch clan had been subdued, and now he needed to head

sharply, his lips pressing into a thin line. "And the little

young master is

me there." The helicopter swiftly ascended, heading

ground. Brielle was in trouble. Either she had lured the enemy away upon seeing them