Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) -
Chapter 1159
He stared at the screen in front of him, lost in thought, his grip on the coffee mug turning his knuckles white. Irene got up, wrapping her arms around him from behind.
"The feud that started because of her, it ends with her. Only then will you truly belong to the organization, free from any emotional ties. Emotions cloud our judgment, and sending Jaired to take her out shows you're almost there. But not ruthless enough for me. I want to see you do it yourself."
Her words echoed in his ears, yet Kenzo's expression remained unchanged, his gaze locked on the screen. Irene looked at his gentle demeanor and couldn't resist planting a kiss on his neck.
"Kenzo, I'm genuinely starting to fall for you. So don't disappoint me. After all, you're my husband, and I'm not looking to be a widow."
Kenzo set his coffee mug down and looked up at her. "Have the men before me been any fewer in number?" he asked.
Irene laughed, "Now that you mention it, not really. They only met their end because they made mistakes. From a young age, I was groomed to be the successor. As soon as I came of age, my father took me to pick consorts, all to ensure I wouldn't develop any unnecessary emotional attachments. So I never get as tangled up as you do. Kenzo, once you've seen enough of the world, you realize love isn't all that important."
"Have you ever seen a successful person who prioritizes love? To live fully, one must be a little mad. And now, you're just one step away."
And that step is to personally send the person you love to their doom. It's a path she'd walked herself. Only then would Kenzo truly stand by her side, the kind of partner she desired. Irene wrapped her arms around his neck, hoping he wouldn't let her down in the end.
the
Kenzo took a sip from his mug, aroma of the coffee briefly transporting him elsewhere. He remembered the candy apple. Jaired was right seeing him turn out this way wasn't surprising at all. Kenzo е
had always been a master at concealing his thoughts, deceiving others with a veneer of gentleness. He was also incredibly patient, maintaining his cover as a Dummy beside Dustin for years without being discovered, requiring
significant resilience.
He was so close to breaking free from the massive organization, just half a year away. That was all he needed to shed his Dummy persona, abandon the identity of Kenzo, and start anew. Just half a year. He could then take his mother, along with a fortune, and replace a secluded place to live in peace.
But it had come to this. Why had it come to this? He couldn't remember what had driven him to this point. He just wanted her too much. He knew Brielle was innocent. She had done nothing wrong. A simple act of kindness, giving him a candy apple, and now she had to face his unwarranted revenge. How absurd. The fault was his, for harboring delusions. Fortunately, it was all about to end. There was no bond deeper than personally taking her with him into oblivion. Eternal separation, what a comforting thought.
"Boom!" King finished with his firearm and casually tossed it to someone nearby. He joined Dustin, boarding the intact helicopter. The family opposing the Lynch clan had been subdued, and now he needed to head straight to Isaac's location. But just as the helicopter took off, his phone rang. Brielle had been taken by Jaired.
King's pupils contracted sharply, his lips pressing into a thin line. "And the little one?" he asked.
"Sir, the young master is still safe."
"Wait for me there." The helicopter swiftly ascended, heading in Isaac's direction.
When Isaac woke up that morning and didn't replace Brielle, he followed Noir into the woods and stumbled upon scattered fruits on the ground. Brielle was in trouble. Either she had lured the enemy away upon seeing them approach, or she had been captured. Isaac's young face was stoic, his gaze sharply scanning the surroundings.
Minutes later, unfamiliar men
appeared. He was about to sic Noir on them when one of them spoke up, claiming to have been sent by his father. Isaac didn't fully trust this man; after all, he was still on the run. He wasn't a typical child, easily swayed by a few words from
stood among a group of black panthers, with Noir
strangers. So, there he fron
by his side, while the men stood at a distance, seemingly making a call.
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