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.

I don’t. Women like her, with her background, they only latch onto a guy like Max with one thing in mind. Ever heard of ‘targeted hunting“? They make an effort to mimic what he likes, deceive him, win his heart, and once they’ve

Andrew’s eyes, Brielle

didn’t believe Max could make it in under two hours. In fact, he quite relished the thought that the Rowland clan might have already done away with Brielle. He

the punishment herself, play with her prey

going to be the one to expose this charade. After all, if she did, the Rowlands would have to tread carefully around Max, not daring to lay a finger on Brielle. This time Sophia played

several bodyguards, all awaiting Tessa’s awakening. Through the throng, Sophia’s gaze

thought Sophia would dismiss the guards and then torment her personally. But no

a saying: it’s the silent dogs that

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