Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel 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.

"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 find 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 strangers. So, there he stood among a group of black panthers, with Noir by his side, while the men stood at a distance, seemingly making a call.