Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1139

Ruthless, cunning, and striking right at the heart of those families.

The room fell into a heavy silence, the only sound being Irene's slow clap, followed by a kiss on Kenzo's lips.

"Darling, I knew it. Making you the leader was the best decision."

Kenzo chuckled, cupping her chin gently as he returned the kiss. Everyone in the room was a bit mad, but Kenzo was clearly the maddest of them all.

Irene scanned the crowd, raising an eyebrow. "The boss has spoken. What are you waiting for? Or are you planning a mutiny?"

Her words carried weight, and the crowd quickly snapped to action, scrambling to follow orders.

But Kenzo stopped them with a soft tone. "Remember, during the fight, let those threatened families take the front line. Once they're down, our guys can move in. By the end of this round, the Lynch family and their Saudi allies will be weakened. Even they can't fend off attacks from all sides."

Pure venom. Diabolically clever.

Not only threatening these families but making them the first to fall. Kenzo gently lifted Irene's hand and kissed it softly.

"In the end, we'll be the ones laughing."

His words were light and soft, but to those unsuspecting families soon to be threatened, they were like whispers from the grim reaper.

Kenzo was about to stir up all of North America. And not just that. The people brought here weren't just from North American families. It involved thousands of families!

Out of those, at least a hundred would be willing to help the organization. The organization's power was terrifying, all thanks to Kenzo's plan.

After everyone had left, only Kenzo and Irene remained. Irene quietly slipped her switchblade back into its sheath. It was her tool for killing, and there was a moment just then when she thought about using it on Kenzo.

The organization had never faced such a large-scale loss before, and she saw no reason to let Kenzo live. Although he was an excellent lover, satisfying each other in bed, and certainly handsome, the organization was always her priority.

But the plan Kenzo came up with was impressively brilliant, irresistibly commendable. His depth of thought was unmatched by many in this world. Such a man, who had previously been willing to be just a tool.

Irene chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Darling, I suddenly realize, maybe I'm falling for you."

Love? Irene never used that word. She always talked about liking, being fond of, being comfortable. This was the first time she ever said that word.

But Kenzo simply scooped her up, whispering into her ear, "To your bed?"