Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1167

His fingers were stained with the metallic scent of blood, a smell so strong it felt like it was seeping out of the room.

Brielle lay there, her chin down to her chest covered in streaks of crimson.

The guards outside couldn't help but peek through the window, shaking their heads in disbelief.

"Did you hear? The one inside, with their tongue cut out, was Mr. Kenzo's true love."

"No way. If Mr. Kenzo had someone he loved, why would Ms. Irene marry him?"

"Come on, Ms. Irene's got her own lineup of lovers. Their marriage is clearly about more than just love. She probably admires Mr. Kenzo's ruthless streak. Remember, she killed her own lover back in the day." "Shh, don't talk about that."

And with that, they fell silent.

Inside, Brielle was still unconscious.

Kenzo walked back to his old room, his fingertips trembling slightly. Whatever he did in there was a mystery to everyone else.

bloodstains began to vanish did she let out a sigh of relief, as if the knife couldn't bear to be tainted for long. Behind her, Jaired toyed with a cigarette, exhaling smoke slowly. He wasn't standing straight anymore

Irene carefully dried it with a silk scarf - the

the knife's cleanliness, she sheathed it in a

"Jaired, are you hurt?"

his cigarette into a nearby

influence is strong. Without royal help, if the Lynch family teams

know you're worried about the organization, but if they really come after us, we've

touched the

around for years. I've been calling everyone back these past few days. We're

en

things. Dustin and King won't care about the details or other people's lives. They just want Brielle alive." Irene

even better,

just silently lit

as if to

now. This is what I've always wanted to do. My father trusted

in her mouth, leaned over Jaired,

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