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    n didn’t miss a beat. “Nope.”


    Kevin’s expression dropped. Cold. Icy. This man was testing every ounce of his patience.


    “Then I’ll leave you to it,” he said stiffly. “No point sticking around. I’ll be back tomorrow.”


    He stood, adjusting his jacket. As he passed Donna, his tone turned cutting. “He might be protecting you now, but not forever. I will get my kids back.”


    n’s expression darkened. That was it. “You’re pretty confident for someone who hasn’t raised these two in the past five years,” he shot back. “What makes you think you have any right to im them now?”


    Kevin snapped. “n Briggs! Stay out of this. It’s none of your business.”


    n didn’t flinch. His usual irritating smirk was back. “Doesn’t matter. I’m making it my business.”


    Kevin looked like he was about to blow a fuse. This guy had to be insane.


    “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Kevin said, his voice low and tight. “The Briggs Group might be a giant, but with the four other families working together, you’re not walking away from this with anything.” His tone had shifted—more threat than warning now. “So stay out of what doesn’t concern you.”


    n didn’t flinch. Just raised an eyebrow, still loungingfortably. “You sure it’s four families?”


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    n gave a half-smirk, voice as casual as ever. “If I’m not mistaken, Noel ke tends to listen to his wife.”


    Kevin blinked, confused. “What’s that got to do with anything?”


    “I’m saying,” n leaned in just slightly, every word deliberate, “his wife happens to be my cousin’s best friend.” n’s grin widened. “So tell me—do you really think Noel’s gonna risk that friendship to go against me? Against the Briggs Group?”


    Kevin didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Because they both knew the truth. Noel wouldn’t dare. His head was somewhere else nowpletely taken over by thoughts of Greta. The man who used to be calm, cold, and disciplined had somehow ended uppletely at her mercy.


    “Three families are enough,” he snapped, jaw tight.


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    “Then go ahead and try,” n said with a shrug. “But if you upset Mina in the process, it won’t end well.”


    Kevin frowned. “Mina?”


    n nced at him sideways. “Just a friendly reminder. We move in the same circles—I figured you’d know better.” There was a time n had a good impression of Kevin. But that illusion had long since cracked. “If you want to be a father, then act like one. Visit your kids. Show up, be present,” n said, his tone firm but calm. “Don’t try to snatch them like they’re property.” Because once he went down that road, there was no undoing the damage.


    Kevin’s expression didn’t change. “This has nothing to do with you.”


    n leaned back, unbothered. “If you’re that determined to fight, fine. I’ll ask Trent Seymour to take the case. He’s been freetely. Let him decide who gets the kids in court.”


    A cold tension settled in the room like a draft. Kevin’s expression tightened. Trent Seymour? Since when was he involved? That man was known to be polite, sure—but always distant. Everyone in the elite circle knew one thing about him: He didn’t socialize. At all.


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