Master of his heart

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.”
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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.
The moment the phone had rung, Emily and Sophia had heard it. And there was a man’s voice from the bedroom, soft but
unmistakable.
Emily even thought she recognized it from somewhere. She knocked on the door, ignoring Brielle sitting in the living room,
almost eager to
announce that Brielle had a man hidden in her room.
“Brielle, you’re shameless, bringing home some random guy. Does your fiancé know about this?” Emily spat out.
Brielle sat on the sofa, a smirk playing on her lips, imagining the shock. on Emily’s face if Max were to emerge right then.
Venom filled Emily’s eyes, and she had Spencer’s contact at her fingertips. Why not call him over and catch them in the act?
Without hesitation, she whipped out her phone and dialed Spencer’s number.