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.

retrieving the knife from the unit, Irene carefully dried it with a silk

with the knife's cleanliness, she sheathed it in a special holster on her

"Jaired, are you hurt?"

flicking his

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

the organization, but if they really come after us, we've got plenty

gently touched the

been around for years. I've been calling everyone

en

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

better,

just silently lit

extended her hand as if to touch him but stopped a

what I've always wanted to

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

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