Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1139

Ruthless, cunning, and striking right at the heart of those families.

The room fell into a heavy silence, the only sound being Irene's slow clap, followed by a kiss on Kenzo's lips.

"Darling, I knew it. Making you the leader was the best decision."

Kenzo chuckled, cupping her chin gently as he returned the kiss. Everyone in the room was a bit mad, but Kenzo was clearly the maddest of them all.

Irene scanned the crowd, raising an eyebrow. "The boss has spoken. What are you waiting for? Or are you planning a mutiny?"

Her words carried weight, and the crowd quickly snapped to action, scrambling to follow orders.

But Kenzo stopped them with a soft tone. "Remember, during the fight, let those threatened families take the front line. Once they're down, our guys can move in. By the end of this round, the Lynch family and their Saudi allies will be weakened. Even they can't fend off attacks from all sides."

Pure venom. Diabolically clever.

Not only threatening these families but making them the first to fall. Kenzo gently lifted Irene's hand and kissed it softly.

"In the end, we'll be the ones laughing."

His words were light and soft, but to those unsuspecting families soon to be threatened, they were like whispers from the grim reaper.

Kenzo was about to stir up all of North America. And not just that. The people brought here weren't just from North American families. It involved thousands of families!

Out of those, at least a hundred would be willing to help the organization. The organization's power was terrifying, all thanks to Kenzo's plan.

It was only at this moment that everyone realized how deep and

ruthless his thoughts were. With his own power, he was stirring up half the world. And that was the ultimate goal of the organization. They stayed here for this purpose.

Hiding for decades, only for a new leader to use the most brute and effective method. Kenzo always knew how to control this crowd of madmen, so after lowering Irene's hand, he looked at his core people. "After this battle, the world will remember us, for better or worse. Every one of you will make international news. Isn't that what you've always wanted? To leave your mark on this despicable, hypocritical society." His speech ignited a fire in everyone present. They looked at Kenzo with almost worshipful eyes. Those who were dissatisfied with him before now saw him as a leader worth following.

No wonder Irene had her eyes on him from the start. The lady had an eye for talent.

"Mr. Kenzo, we're on it. We'll make the arrangements right away."

Kenzo smiled, "Remember to keep Orla and Sarah. They'll be useful."

After everyone had left, only Kenzo and Irene remained. Irene quietly slipped her switchblade back into its sheath. It was her tool for killing, and there was a moment just then when she thought about using it on Kenzo.

The organization had never faced such a large-scale loss before, and she saw nor reason to let Kenzo live

live Although he was an excellent lover,

satisfying each other in bed, and

certainly handsome, the

organization was always her priority.

But the plan Kenzo came up with was impressively brilliant, irresistibly commendable. His depth of thought was unmatched by many in this world. Such a man, who had previously been willing to be just a tool. Irene chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Darling, I suddenly realize, maybe I'm falling for you."

Love? Irene never used that word. She always talked about liking, being fond of, being comfortable. This was the first time she ever said that word.

But Kenzo simply scooped her up, whispering into her ear, "To your bed?"