Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1229

Jaired couldn't believe what he was seeing; his hands froze on the controls.

Irene, on the other hand, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Why?"

She heard Jaired ask.

Raising an eyebrow, Irene replied, "You assassinate a prince, and you think the North American military's just gonna sit around twiddling their thumbs? Letting him live this long was already a miracle. With satellites covering every inch, there was no way he could hide." Jaired's hands trembled slightly, his eyes reddening.

"Couldn't we save him, though?"

"Sure, but only if I become the president of North America. Even if we wanted to save him, would he even want that? For him, death might be the best option. Brielle doesn't hate him. Everything ends on a high note. How perfect."

She had asked him time and time again, do you really want to stay?

He was smart, perceptive. How could he not catch her drift?

She was really asking, do you want to stay and face death?

Come with me to North America. Once I'm president, you can live openly and proudly.

But Kenzo had refused.

Irene had done all she could for her husband in name. She couldn't beg him to live.

There was no need. They both knew it.

"Jaired, are you hurting?"

you're actually hurt

ahead silently, his voice hoarse after a

could go back to the

let out a cold laugh, snuffing out

doesn't offer that

Irene, time was running out. She needed to secure the presidency soon, or she

didn't just bomb it; they strafed it from all angles. No one

exit

bracelet was already

was reset to the

hug from Brielle, leaving

sweet, infinitely better than leaving the world with regret in

fate giving

Everything was just right.

going back to their days at Beaconsfield College, during the blooming

was brought to the

Peine

back to the castle's surroundings and found out was now in

to the hospital, taking

probably aware of King's identity; no

one was

it strange.

was

so cautious, trust

now that he was