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    Waldo didn’t take her seriously. This was his turf; there was no way he was letting her throw her weight around.


    He thought of their first sh—how she had cockily smashed a tennis ball right into his groin, nearly putting him out for the count. He had been stewing over that slight, just waiting to even the score.


    Gracie was his wife, sure, but he believed she’d brutally tormented his daughter. He wasn’t about to let either Gracie or Brenna off easily.


    Even with Gracie pregnant, it didn’t move him one bit. He believed a woman like her had no right to motherhood.


    This was his prime shot at payback. Brenna only had two bodyguards with her now.


    Waldo pped sharply, and his bodyguards swarmed from every angle, bats gripped tight, their faces twisted in menace. In the blink of an eye, they had surrounded Brenna and her group.


    Gracie’s blood ran cold. Her hands instinctively cradled her belly to shield her unborn child. She shouted at Waldo, “You’re a monster! I’m pregnant with your baby! How can you even think ofying a hand on me?”


    Waldo let out a scornful snort. “You care about your kid, but what about mine? Look at the hell you put my daughter through—you’re malicious. I’m just dishing out what you deserve. What’s wrong with that?”


    Gracie quivered in anger, her loathing for Waldo growing. She hid behind Brenna, with Gary and Felix stepping up like a human barricade.


    Gary and Felix scanned the surrounding bodyguards. They looked skilled, and there were so many of them—twenty-seven in total.


    “You’re heartless. Gracie’s got your own kin growing inside her, and you’re fine with this?” Brenna said to Waldo calmly, her voice like steel. She was unfazed.


    Waldo grinned smugly, full of himself. “If you drop to your knees and plead, Miss Harper, and keep mepany for a few nights, I might just show you some mercy.”


    “Shut your mouth!” Gary eximed. “Keep spewing things like that, and I’ll break your legs!”


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    Felix’s fingers inched toward the gun at his hip. He was ready for a fight.


    Waldo ignored them and fixed Brenna with a sleazy leer. “So, Miss Harper? What’s your take on my deal?”


    Brenna reckoned Waldo really deserved to be taught a lesson. “Go to hell.”


    Waldo’s gaze turned to ice, narrowing sharply. He ordered his men, “Tear them apart!”


    Chaos erupted as Brenna, Gary, and Felix fought Waldo’s bodyguards.


    Waldo had hired over twenty top-notch fighters, expecting them to crush Brenna and her guards in seconds. But things did not go as he had nned.


    In less than thirty seconds, six of his men were already down. Brenna, a young woman, struck like a seasoned assassin, each blow taking down another body.


    Gary and Felix were also skilled, knocking opponents to the ground one after another.


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