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.

sigh of relief, as if the knife couldn't bear to be tainted

Irene carefully dried it with a silk scarf - the same one she wore on her

it in a special holster on her

"Jaired, are you hurt?"

eyebrow, flicking his cigarette into a nearby trash

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

about the organization, but if they really come

gently touched

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

en

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

even better,

just silently

hand as if to touch him but stopped a few inches

always wanted to do. My father

cigarette. Realizing she didn't have a lighter, she placed the cigarette in her mouth, leaned over Jaired, and lit her from

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