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    “Not bad at all. You’ve met my expectations,” Austen said with an easy tone. “Still, throwing yourself at me like this… what exactly are you after?”


    With a slow motion, Rosanna trailed her fingers in gentle circles across the hard ne of his chest. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you.”


    “Is that so?” Austen’s brow lifted, and a low, mocking chuckle escaped him. “Do you, now? But you’re about to wear the title of Mrs. Nelson—my sister-inw. Doesn’t that make your words sound a little hollow?”


    Amusement curled in Austen’s mind as he silently ridiculed the woman before him. The truth was simple—whether it was his older brother or himself, Rosanna had only ever been a passing diversion.<fn63b7> Th?s chapter is updated by find?novel</fn63b7>


    A woman this pleasing to the eye and easy to handle was worth entertaining a bit longer.


    “I’m being serious.” Closing the distance between them, Rosanna’s smile deepened. Oblivious to the truth, she leaned into his wandering touch. “I just happened to meet your brother first. Had it been you… the story might have changed.”


    A faint glint passed through Austen’s eyes, his grin unreadable. “Alright, let’s say I believe you. Whatever happened today stays between us.”


    After a short pause, he added, “And if you ever need a favor, don’t hesitate. I’ll give you my full support.”


    Naturally, it was nothing more than a hollow assurance—a man’s lie dressed as generosity.


    “So you mean it?” Rosanna’s grin widened, pleasantly surprised by his willingness to y along. “In that case, there’s one favor I’d like to ask.”


    Her words came slowly, each one deliberate. “Austen, I want you… to help me take care of Maia Watson.”


    A faint spark of surprise flickered in Austen’s eyes before his smile grew sharper.


    Their paths had already shed in the underground boxing ring. Maia had humiliated him—his prized fighter, Tyrant, was not only beaten but had vanished altogether.


    ns to settle that score were already taking shape in his mind. Perfect—their goals were aligned.


    Still, he disguised his true intentions as doing Rosanna a favor.


    “Fine. I’ll do it,” Austen muttered, his fingers curling around Rosanna’s wrist once more, a predatory smile tugging at his mouth. “But your performance will decide how far I go.”


    “Seriously?” Rosanna’s eyes flickered with surprise, but before she could react further, he had already pressed her down beneath him.


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