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“You’re only making it harder on yourself. I know you’ve brought backup, but you’re outnumbered. Four of my bodyguards are outside; yours won’t even get near the door. You will sign, whether you like it or not. As for my factories, you need to pay ten billion for them, not a cent less. Defy me, and you won’t walk out of here alive,” Rosie said.
Every ounce of arrogance showed on Rosie’s face as she shed a signal to her bodyguards.
Both men closed in on Brenna, standing on either side.
One leaned in, his voice low and menacing. “Miss Harper, it’s in your best interest to sign. It wouldn’t take much for us to make you regret resisting.”
Calm as ever, Brenna held Rosie’s gaze. “What if I refuse? I’ll repeat myself—ten million for both factories. Are you selling or not?”
Rosie’s patience snapped. She eximed, “Beat her up!”
With a cool, deliberate motion, Brenna lifted her right arm to shield herself and looked at the two bodyguards coldly.
A single look from her drained every bit of bravado from the bodyguards, who now seemed more afraid of her than they would be of their own boss. They couldn’t even bring themselves to meet her gaze.
No threats left Brenna’s lips, and she held no weapon in sight. Still, something about her aura made the men want to bow down in submission.
Fixing her eyes on Rosie, Brenna asked, “Is this really how you want things to go? Are you sure you want them to beat me up?”
Rosie faltered under the intensity of Brenna’s stare but forced herself to sound calm. “You’re scared, aren’t you? Just sign the contract. I’ll let you leave, but only if you sign and talk to the Harper family and Ethan on my behalf—convince them to stop targeting me and help me make aeback,” she said, drawing out each word with venom. “If you don’t listen, don’t me me if things get ugly. It’d be a shame if that pretty face of yours got ruined.”
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With that, she signaled the bodyguards, who took a step forward.
A sly grin spread across Rosie’s face. She clearly expected Brenna to crumble and beg.
Unshaken, Brenna met her threats head-on. “You’ll want to remember this. Every move you make against me, I’ll make sure you pay back double.”
“Big talk. So, you’re refusing? Whatever happens next is on you,” Rosie said.
As soon as she finished speaking, the bodyguards sprang into action.
“Ah—”
The bodyguards moved swiftly, but before they could even touch Brenna’s clothes, cries of agony erupted from them.
The snap of bone echoed through the room as Brenna locked one man’s wrist and broke it with ruthless efficiency.
In one swift motion, she delivered a brutal kick,unching him into a nearby wall where he hit with a sickening thud, then dropped to the floor, groaning and clutching his arm.
Shaken by the sight, the other bodyguard froze. Panic flickered across his features.
These bodyguards, rigorously trained in Plieca, were fearsome warriors who could handle several thugs at once. Still, they were unable to do anything to Brenna.
Brenna was slender, yet the violence she had just unleashed seemed almost unreal.<fnec7a> Checktest chapters at find?novel</fnec7a>
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