Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 

Kenzo knew his sister like the back of his hand. She was the center of their social circle, having been doted on since childhood. Coupled with her own impressive achievements, she wore a halo that shone brightly. A person like that would never settle for defeat. 

Kenzo had attended Beaconsfield College, where even then, Brielle’s name was known. She was beautiful and unassuming, with a talent. that could have taken her even further if the Haywood family had not kept a tight rein on her. 

Kenzo was well aware that, if it came down to it, Brielle was every bit as 

capable as Alivia. 

Brielle’s first decade was spent in an orphanage, struggling even for the most basic needs. In contrast, Alivia was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. From her earliest words, she was surrounded by different languages and nurtured by top–tier tutors brought in by the Barnes family to cultivate her interests and hobbies. The amount of money the Barnes family invested in her was beyond reckoning. 

Alivia was who she was because she was a child of the Barnes family. She simply fulfilled a destiny that seemed written from birth. But Brielle was who she was because she was Brielle–and that was the whole 

story. 

Kenzo set his glass down, his gazes showing layers of emotions. 

Alivia, noticing his distraction, teased him, “Bro, haven’t you thought about finding yourself a lady? Look at Andrew, already engaged, and the others switch girlfriends like they’re changing clothes. Max has me, but you’ve got no one. Are you planning to be a bachelor forever?” 

Max has me. Those words carried such conviction. 

With a small smile, Kenzo twirled his empty glass, “Haven’t found anyone I like.” 

17.11 

Kenzo wasn’t just at the epicenter of power; he was also a fixture in the complex whirlpool of the entertainment industry. In the entertainment industry, men and women were adept at playing games, and as the most talented scriptwriter, Kenzo’s scripts brought fame to many, but he remained alone. 

He never publicly acknowledged having a girlfriend. 

“So, what’s your type? I’ll keep an eye out for you,” she offered. 

A face flashed through Kenzo’s mind, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, “Someone beautiful.” 

Alivia thought she had misheard, her eyes widening before she let out a chuckle. “There are plenty of beauties in the industry, all those actresses with faces to die for. Haven’t seen you bring any home, though.” 

The term ‘beautiful‘ was indeed too vague. 

“Beautiful, and someone who knows how to charm,” Kenzo added before closing his eyes. 

His presence was gentle and warm, unlike Max’s chilly demeanor. Max was untouchable, but Kenzo was like the comforting glow of a thousand homes, softening the world. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll find her for you,” Alivia said noncommittally, thinking he was just joking. 

Kenzo withdrew from the welcoming party, feeling out of place. 

Max ended his call and then heard a knock at the bedroom door. It was Emily.