Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1177

The year both my dad and 001 disappeared, I was only nineteen.

One evening at the base, I came across a face that looked just like 001's-it was Jaired.

Jaired had no idea 001 had died. He was simply confused about why his brother had stopped contacting him. Thrown into the team, he found his days endlessly dull. And then, he saw Irene.

But when Irene looked at him, her emotions burst out in a mix of tears and laughter. She joyfully asked how he could still be alive.

Jaired and Irene weren't close. He had only seen her a few times while pretending to be 001 to infiltrate the base.

One of those times was the night she became the leader.

He wasn't interested in her, despite her beauty.

That night, while pretending to be 001, the old leader mentioned picking a few guys for the lovely lady, and she had agreed, even drinking some special concoction.

So when she knelt before him, begging, Jaired was shocked. He thought she was delirious from the potion and mistook him for one of the chosen men.

he left. She wasn't his type. The

her wasn't the one she yearned for, marking the second time she cried. The first was the night she was rejected. In her life, she had

her leader's cold and stoic demeanor, frantically questioning

you come that night? Why didn't you tell me you were Jaired? And why did you open that door? Even if you had waited a few minutes for 001 to arrive, it would have been

on the

the cherished child of the Riddle family, was doted upon and held with high hopes by everyone. Born with everything, he never really longed for anything. Achieving success with ease in the team even before adulthood, he found these victories bland

discovered an exciting life he never knew existed, unaware that what he scorned was what 001

the first

lives, a

The constraints he faced in the Riddle family seemed to vanish here, freeing his true nature. He thought he should have been the one left behind, and 001 should have become the Riddle family's promising young

become a ruthless leader, with only her dagger for company. He forced

echoing in his ears. For the first time, Jaired felt true panic, an emotion foreign to him. Exhausted from crying, Irene released his collar, her voice hoarse, "From now on,

debt he owed. A simple apology was never going to

her Jaired, watching as she became increasingly merciless, yet he saw in her a despair

you like? Watching others in pain, watching them tear themselves

was Jaired's dark secret, the side of him he hated to confront. His rise in the team was fueled by his ruthlessness, the thrill he found in others' torment.