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.

be marching

seeking it, no one

thus reassured, turned to King

didn't stop us, but let's head inside. Seems he didn't alert

knew King's crew had arrived, he'd have

silent, indicating Fisher was

laying eyes on Irene, had his mind in a whirl, feeling an overwhelming heat coursing

alien to himself, as if something within him was roaring to break

just

going to

figure and the familiar

as if it belonged

his face reddened more, but

orders, the others hesitated, knowing they were Bryan's men

the watchtower, giving Bryan

resembles Jaired a bit,

touch any man from

what diseases

"So, how do you want to

Just give the

to speak

a pretty face! A hot body, umm, nice skin

him off,