Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1168

When Irene stepped out of the dimly-lit room, the sky was already streaked with hues of dusky orange and purple, signaling the close of day.

A messenger ran up to her, panting with urgency. "We've got intel. Dustin's making some major moves."

"And it looks like someone tried to ambush Mr. Kenzo. They missed and fled, but Mr. Kenzo's hurt."

Irene's eyebrow arched as she quickened her pace, her loyal follower trailing closely behind. After a few steps, she suddenly asked, "Any word on Sarah?"

"Ms. Irene, still nothing. It's strange, considering our tight security. No idea how they slipped through."

Irene didn't reply, instead casting a glance back towards the dark room they had just left. "Alright, let's get everyone fired up. Those who want to make history, those itching for chaos, it's time to gear up."

Her words electrified the crowd around her. They were all outlaws, wanted by various nations, hungry for the thrill of rebellion. The promise of a showdown had them buzzing with excitement.

A smirk curled on Irene's lips. She knew Dustin and his crew wouldn't drop bombs from the sky. The base, strategically located at the juncture of several countries, couldn't risk that kind of commotion. An explosion would definitely get the neighbors' attention. No, this would be a firefight or close combat. And her people were experts at both.

Back in her room, Irene found Kenzo waiting, seemingly unbothered by the assassination attempt. He was casually reading, his face a bit paler but his calm demeanor unchanged.

where are you hurt?" she

at the twilight outside. "The organization's tied to the crown, but

back. Haven't I treated you

into his arms, leaning up for a kiss. Kenzo stayed stoic, his

breath,

at him. "Arthur's

to come after me.

the later. We're

here, nothing to lose. But you, darling, when will

your move against Brielle

fingers traced lazy circles on his chest. "Among us, you're the only one with ties.

Jaired?" Kenzo asked, pulling

them before Irene whispered, "He's different from us. Born with nothing

him onto the bed. "Let's make the most

room was filled with the

then, pausing at the