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.

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 but leaned casually against the wall, watching Irene

knife from the unit, Irene carefully dried it with a silk scarf - the same

cleanliness, she sheathed it in a special holster on her

"Jaired, are you hurt?"

raised an eyebrow, flicking his cigarette into a nearby trash

help, if the Lynch family teams up with other clans, we're

know you're worried about the organization, but if they really come after us, we've got plenty of hostages. It won't be

gently touched the

I've been calling everyone back these past few days. We're in

en

and King won't care about the details or other people's lives.

better,

didn't respond, just silently

if to touch him but stopped a

no turning back now. This is what I've always wanted to do. My father

cigarette in her mouth, leaned over Jaired, and lit her from his. After taking a

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