Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 1125

Kenzo casually pulled his leg back, noticing a smear of blood on his shoe tip, his brow knitting slightly.

"What's with that kid?"

He knew the child belonged to Max and Brielle, but the specifics of their sudden split were a mystery to him.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Myles, reeling from the kick, lay gasping on the floor, a pitiful sight.

"Kenzo, you—"

Before he could finish, Kenzo's foot pinned his head to the ground again.

Kenzo's expression remained indifferent, his gaze on Myles as if he were merely an object.

"I told you to know your place."

Myles spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes brimming with defiance despite the humiliation.

"I am the King, and I am Max; that's my identity. Brielle will be my little princess. I'll cherish her, live with her in a castle. Have you seen her face when she's under me? Of course, you haven't! Because you'll never get the chance. She only screams for me."

Kenzo frowned, pulling his foot back. Had his self-control really slipped this much?

"Cough, cough, cough."

Myles lay beaten, yet in his heart, he still saw himself as the untouchable King.

Kenzo chuckled, dusting off his hands as his associates entered the room.

"Bring him back to reality."

Myles was deep in his delusions, needing a sharp dose of pain to snap out of it.

That was something these folks excelled at.

Soon enough, someone brought in boiling water and an iron comb.

"Mr. Kenzo, this is my favorite method. Scald his skin with the boiling water, then peel off the cooked flesh with the iron comb. Keep repeating the process until you reach bone. Don't worry, he'll come back to reality soon enough."

Kenzo was uninterested in these brutal tactics.

He stepped out of the room, and soon, Myles' screams of agony filled the air.

As Kenzo walked into the front hall, he found a striking woman waiting for him. She wore a thin dress, a cigarette dangling between her red lips, her hair dyed a golden hue. Her gaze fell on Kenzo, visibly intrigued.