Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1338

"Damn it!"

She's the President of North America, for heaven's sake!

Jaired, standing below, heard the shout from above and lowered his gaze, already mentally preparing for the unfortunate soul who dared to speak out.

Lately, Irene had been on edge - a real firecracker. If she took it personally, not many could stand in her way.

But still, he stepped forward. "Irene, let me handle him."

Irene, however, raised her hand, stopping him, and just exchanged glances with Bryan up in the watchtower.

"Jaired."

It was Jaired she called, but Bryan up in the tower stiffened, awkwardly averting his gaze, his cheeks flushing even redder.

Irene didn't notice and continued instructing Jaired.

"You and King head inside. Leave this to me; I'll deal with that man."

Jaired knew this meant Irene was in the mood to toy with her prey before finishing them off with her signature throwing knife-just like she did with those two royal pests from North America. She never cared for the consequences, always seemingly on the hunt for a fitting grave for herself.

But Jaired knew Irene wouldn't fancy the graves here.

They were too dirty, too barren, nothing worthy of her stature.

she wouldn't be marching towards

it, no

reassured, turned to King

but let's head inside. Seems he didn't alert anyone inside either. Did

Fisher knew King's crew had arrived, he'd have sent threatening messages

Fisher was

mind in a whirl, feeling an overwhelming heat coursing through him, so much so

himself, as if something within him was roaring

others in the watchtower just

you going to alert

with Irene's approaching figure

if it belonged to

more, but his gaze

the others hesitated, knowing

the watchtower, giving Bryan

Jaired a bit, my

touch any

diseases they

arms crossed, spoke indifferently, "So,

Just give the

daring to

just a pretty face! A

command cut him off, "Shut it,