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    “Oh my! What kind of stubborn mutt are you, sticking around even after such harsh words?”


    A young man with a tuft of red hair on his head and a id shirt swaggered into the living room, oozing disdain with every word.


    As soon as he appeared, everyone stood up.


    Upon his entrance into the living room, they greeted him together. “Mr. Hoffman!”


    Hannah hurried over with a weing smile. “Mr. Hoffman, what brings you here today?”


    The young man seemed about the same age as Marissa. He carried himself with the poised grace of someone born to privilege, his posture and look radiating an air of effortless sophistication.


    His eyes sparkled with arrogance, and his manner was casually indifferent, typical of a pampered heir from a prominent family.


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    Blebert was dominated by four influential families: the Daniels family, led by Connor Daniels; the Hoffman family, led by Bu Hoffman; the Warren family, led by Aelfric Warren; and the Brock family, led by Chloe’s elder brother, Everett Brock.


    The Daniels family stood at the pinnacle, wielding vast wealth and influence.


    Each family had its own area of strength. The Hoffman family was wealthier than the Warren family, but Aelfric’s role as deputy chief instructor at the Doomsday Base gave him apetitive advantage over the Hoffmans. Compared to the other three families, the Brocks were somewhat less influential.


    Now standing before them was Xander Hoffman, Bu’s younger brother.


    Xander had a reputation in Blebert for his disruptive antics. Known for his brazen behavior andplete disregard for norms, he was a figure both feared and avoided.


    Amon saying among the high society circles was, “It’s better to offend the heads of the four families than to cross this devil.”


    Why?


    While the family heads maintained a veneer of decorum and diplomacy, Xander operated by an entirely different set of rules. If offended, he would retaliate physically without a second thought, leaving his victim bruised and battered for sheer amusement.


    Whenever Xander arrived, people scattered like frightened animals, as they did today.


    As Hannah attempted to engage him, the otherdies hastily excused themselves, taking their sons with them. Those whom Hannah had failed to send away earlier now vanished without a trace.


    Only Divya and Zayn remained.


    Divya wanted to leave, but Zayn didn’t want to, partly stubborn and partly worried Xander was there with a marriage proposal for Tiffany as well. If Tiffany were to marry into the Hoffman family because of Xander’s influence, Zayn would lose his chance.


    Oblivious to Zayn’s concerns, Xander spotted him lingering and chuckled. “Got something to say to me, Mr. McCoy?”


    Zayn, intimidated yet determined, managed to ask, “Mr. Hoffman, are you here to propose to Tiffany as well?”


    “Why, does that bother you?” Xander looked at him mockingly. “Thinking ofpeting with me?”


    “Tiffany has the right to choose who she wants to be with,” Zayn stammered, trying to sound confident.


    “And who are you to decide that?” Xander sneered. “You’re a nobody!”


    “Mr. Hoffman—” Zayn tried to continue, but Xander was already losing his patience.


    Before Zayn could finish his sentence, Xander kicked him forcefully, sending him crashing to the floor, and snapped, “Get out of my sight!”


    Xander’s kick, a result of years of martial arts training, including time spent overseas with a master, was devastatingly powerful.


    Blood trickled from Zayn’s mouth.


    Divya screamed and hurried to her son’s side, helping him up, and ring at Xander. “Mr. Hoffman, how could you attack my son? You are being unreasonable!”


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