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    He harbored countless things he longed to express as he pursued her. ustomed to wielding authority, he desired to assert himself one final time.


    His steps faltered as he moved. He struggled for breath, fearing he wouldn’t reach her in time. But his advance halted abruptly when he glimpsed the figure waiting outside. A tall, distinguished man stood there.


    If his suspicions were correct, Brian knew this was the same man who had apanied Rachel at the suite yesterday. Had he even arrived to collect her? So, she truly intended to move on? How ironic that he had still entertained thoughts of winning her affection again. How utterly, pathetically foolish.


    At this moment, Brian could onlyugh, harshly mocking his own delusions.


    Yet, the fury building in his chest erupted uncontrobly.


    He stormed forward and seized the man, his fist connecting squarely with the stranger’s face. His strength was remarkable, as though he sought to inflict serious damage. Even afternding the blow, he remained unsatisfied. Heunched a second strike. Since this man had dared to steal what belonged to him, he should be prepared to face the consequences.


    Brian had never been known for clemency, and now he had been betrayed. To him, this represented an unbearable disgrace. He needed to reim his dignity.


    However, Andres deftly evaded Brian’s second attempt.


    Brian’s rage intensified, and without calction, he unleashed a flurry of punches. These strikes came rapid and brutal, prompting Rachel, who recognized Brian’s capabilities, to grow concerned.


    She called out anxiously, “Be careful!” This warning was clearly intended for Andres.


    Witnessing Rachel’s concern for another man, Brian’s anger deepened, his heartbeat faltering in its rhythm. This momentary distraction created the perfect opening for Andres.


    Brian’s fist was captured firmly in Andres’s grip.


    In this vast world, two equally exceptional men stood locked in silent confrontation. Their gazes shed in fierce opposition, generating almost visible sparks between them.


    Neither would yield. Their eyes locked, radiating an unyielding dominance, neither willing to concede an inch. The sheer force of their presence was impossible to ignore, crackling like electricity in the air.


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    Then, after a beat of silence, Andres smirked. “I have to admit, you caught me off guard with that first punch, Mr. White. But in a fair fight? I wouldn’t go down so easily.”


    “Mr. White?” That simple form of address caused Brian’s eyes to narrow instantly, internal rms ring within his mind. He harbored a powerful intuition that Andres’s knowledge of him extended far beyond mere recognition.


    He felt as though he had been seen through, yet the man standing before him remained an enigma.


    Not even a flicker of recognition surfaced as Brian scoured his memory for any trace of this face.


    His recall abilities typically functioned wlessly. He could summon the image of anyone he had encountered previously. But with this man, his mental catalog offered nothing. This could only signify that their paths had never intersected before. This realization intensified Brian’s difort, evolving into a sensation of losing his carefully maintained control.


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