Master of his heart

Chapter 230

Chapter 230

Kenzo sat idly by, watching as a frosty expression took hold of Andrew’s face, a fleeting glimmer of something indefinable darting through his eyes.

Nobody could ever read Kenzo; of all his friends, he was the most even–tempered but also the most inscrutable. Max was as cold as ice, Andrew as fiery as a blazing hearth, and Kenzo? He was the deep, unfathomable ocean.

The shallows were gentle, with hints of sun–kissed beaches and carefree days, while the depths were dark and impenetrable, secrets lurking in the abyss.

Their other friend, he was the blade–sharp and sheathed, ready to cut deep at a moment’s notice. Alas, he was still enlisted, his return eagerly awaited.

Kenzo tilted his head down, slowly straightening the cuffs of his sleeves with deliberate nonchalance. “You really don’t like Brielle?” Kenzo inquired, the words slipping out smooth as

silk.

They make an effort to mimic what he likes, deceive him, win his heart, and once they’ve got what they want, poof–they vanish without a trace. Today’s women

eyes, Brielle

could make it in under two hours. In fact, he quite

life. Once Tessa woke up, they would have her come and dole out the punishment herself, play with her prey until she was satiated. As for Brielle, she was nothing more than a

the Rowlands would have to tread carefully around Max, not daring to lay a finger on Brielle. This time Sophia played it smart, realizing that using others as pawns was the most advantageous strategy–a lesson learned from William, whose directives were gospel to

Brielle was tied to a chair, surrounded by several bodyguards, all awaiting

torment her personally. But no such luck. Sophia just flashed

silent dogs that bite the hardest.

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