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    Trinity stood pale and still, too frightened to draw any attention to herself.


    Norwood and Joslyn, drained of color, bowed to Merlin, the shock knocking the breath out of them.


    Fear gripped everyone in the room. Merlin’s presence alone was enough to unnerve even the boldest of men—but it wasn’t just his demeanor. Stories of his past as an elite international special forces operative were known far and wide.


    Most people believed Merlin could kill with the ease of snapping a twig. Since retiring, he had returned to Ublento to helm a billion-dor family empire. Though he kept a low profile, his name never faded from conversation. People spoke of him in hushed tones, calling him death in a tailored suit.


    “I failed as a father, Mr. kely. My son made a mistake. Please, let’s not escte this… I’m begging you.” Norwood’s voice cracked as he pleaded, his pride buried under fear.


    Beside him, Joslyn choked on her sobs. “Boris didn’t mean to offend you, Mr. kely. I’ll make sure he knows his ce. He’ll never cross you again. Please show some mercy.”


    Merlin didn’t bother acknowledging either of them. Silent and unshaken, he kept his eyes trained on someone else—Dunn, who had foolishly tried to disappear into the crowd.


    Terror had stripped Dunn of his usual arrogance. His limbs trembled, and the shy confidence he paraded around clubs was nowhere in sight. Not once had he imagined that the woman they mocked would turn out to be Merlin’s weakness—or worse, his everything. If he had known Hailee mattered to Merlin, he would’ve run the other way. But hindsight meant nothing now. Each second ticked by like a de counting down to the strike.


    “Get over here,” Merlinmanded, his tone cold and final.


    Three words. That was all it took to send Dunn into a state of panic. His heart pounded so violently that he thought it might burst through his chest. He wanted to run. He wanted to vanish. But disobeying wasn’t even an option. Reluctantly, he started moving, dragging his feet as though he were marching to an execution.


    No one missed the slow crawl. Irritation flickered in Merlin’s eyes as he snapped, “I’m not here to watch you crawl. Move.”


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    That did it. Dunn stumbled the rest of the way, stopping just shy of Merlin’s feet. He stood with his head lowered and whispered, “M-Mr. kely, what can I do?”


    For a moment, Merlin just stared at Dunn. Then, in a voice sharp as broken ss, he asked, “Which hand do you use to make your calls?”


    Dunn blinked in confusion. He didn’t understand, but he didn’t dare dy. Slowly, he raised his right hand. “T-this one.”


    Without warning, Merlin seized his wrist, the motion clean and swift like a de through air.


    Dunn let out a scream, his entire body jolting as a searing shock ripped through his arm.


    Murray couldn’t take it. He begged, eyes wide with panic, “He’s my only son, Mr. kely! I should’ve stopped him. I failed. He didn’t know who he was dealing with. Please, give him one more chance. I’ll make sure he changes.”


    Not once did Merlin acknowledge Murray’s plea. His attention stayed locked on Dunn, and his voice came out like ice dragged over steel. “You used this hand to stir trouble. Consider this your lesson.” Then came the crack. One sharp twist, and Dunn’s wrist shattered like brittle wood.


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