Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1127

"Don't worry, Dad. I've always kept our goal in mind."

As dusk settled in, Kenzo came back, intending to head to the living room. Instead, a hand reached out from the shadows, pulling him into a secluded corner.

There was a side door, leading to a cramped space. Irene wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Dad's agreed to make you the successor. Soon, you'll be my fiancé in both name and right. How does that title suit you?"

Kenzo gazed deeply into her eyes and chuckled softly. "What's my reward?"

The space was too tight, their breaths mingling, seeming to brand themselves deep within, impossible to shake off. Irene didn't say anything, just turned around, her stance making her intentions clear.

Kenzo's fingers traced her back, entangling her in the sensation until she was nearly lost, then he asked, "Sarah, the woman we captured last time, where did you guys take her?"

Sarah was Dustin and Brielle's mother, lured in by Kenzo. At the time, he wasn't a core member and couldn't decide her fate.

Irene chuckled lightly. "That lady? You don't even fret over your own mother's tragic death, yet you worry about someone else's. I'm not sure if you're too caring or heartless. Besides, discussing such matters now really isn't to my taste." "She's a key threat to the Lynch family," Kenzo said, his tone indifferent, still holding her waist.

Irene squinted. "Someone as crucial as her would only be known by my father. And with Sarah's ties to North American royalty, she's not just leverage against the Lynch family but also a bargaining chip with the royals. Kenzo, considering your great achievement, I'm not just rewarding you with myself but also the position of successor. You can't betray me."

"Of course not."

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The confined space soon filled with Irene's sounds. Passersby knew what was happening inside but none dared to eavesdrop. Firstly, out respect for Irene's status, and secondly, because of her temper. Push her too far, and a dagger might be the last thing you see

"Kenzo, my father also has an adopted son extremely formidable, the strongest in the organization. I'm not sure how you'd stack up against him, but now that you're the

successor, you'll probably meet him. He doesn't like showing his face, and all these years, only my father

knows what he looks like, not even

me."

"An adopted son?"

Kenzo had done extensive research before coming here. He thought he had enough information but hadn't expected the existence of this so-called adopted son.

"Yes, Ricardo might be high on the

assassin leaderboard, but the deadliest isn't listed. That's my

Jaired, the organization's trumpet

card. If there's someone truly worth killing, my father assigns Jaired to the task."

"Why didn't your father choose him as the successor then?"

"Jaired's not into power; he thrives on thrill, relishing the desperation of those struggling to survive in his grasp. He's disinterested in our operations and growth, content being just an executioner."

Such a mindset made for the perfect assassin. With this new information, Kenzo fell silent. Irene merely reached out to hook her arm around his neck.

"So heartless, huh? Get what you wanted to hear and lose interest?"

"Let's go to your bed."

"Kenzo, I really like that about you."

What that was, even Irene couldn't precisely define. Kenzo, a man of few words, navigated the world with extreme gentleness. His mere presence was comforting. Afterward, Kenzo told her, "I need to know where Sarah is being held."