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    Harith red at Ashton from behind his bodyguards, scoffing inwardly at his words.


    However, he knew that Ashton hade prepared. Even though there were only three of them, Harith was certain he wouldn’t be able to get rid of these unwee guests without making some form of concession. He might even be taken out by a sniper lurking in an unseen corner.


    Hamish, Reece, and Ashton were the three rulers of Shoneport. Although Harith led a reclusive life, he was keenly aware of the chaos they caused in the city. There was no one they hesitated to provoke and nothing they refused to do.


    With their influential families and personal prowess, they carried themselves with natural confidence. Hamish stood for the Parkinson family, Reece for the Goodwin family, and Ashton for the Wade family. These three families dominated most of Shoneport’s industries and undergroundworks, leaving ordinary people too intimidated to cross them.


    Although Harith was no ordinary man, he would not have been afraid to confront them under normal circumstances. At the very least, he could use the opportunity to put them in their ce. It would be like freeing Shoneport from a menace.


    They were informed that they could not intimidate everyone and that Shoneport was not a ce for them to act recklessly. However, this time, they had note to cause trouble; instead, they sought revenge for Briar.


    Harith felt a wave of guilt, realizing he couldn’t allow them to have their way. He understood that he couldn’t sumb to the whims of that little lunatic, Briar. Briar was far more difficult to handle than Edgar and Rosalia. ‘When that little lunatic loses her temper, she truly goes off the deep end!‘ he thought.


    Harith felt a shiver run through his scalp whenever he recalled how five–year–old Briar had boldly taken down their assassin using just a fruit knife.


    It wasn’t fear. Throughout his life, many people and situations frightened him. But what he felt for Briar was panic.


    Briar was like a sponge, constantly absorbing everything around her. Her remarkable learning ability made it impossible to regard her as an ordinary person.


    Perhaps Briar realized from the first assassination attempt that to survive, she needed to prove her worth to the mastermind pursuing her, just like her mother had done.


    Rosalia’s worth was measured by her body and blood, making her a test subject for numerous experiments in theirboratory. Meanwhile, Briar’s individuality had already piqued the interest of the mastermind.


    Over the years of hunting Briar, they not only attempted every conceivable method to assassinate her but also had toe up with ways to collect her blood. Briar defended herself so effectively that, after many years, they managed to collect less than 50 of her blood.


    If they had not sent so many assassins, they probably would not have been able to collect even that small amount of blood. Now that almost all the key members of the Lopez family’sb had fallen into Briar’s hands, he couldn’t let Ashton and the others capture him.


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    Hamish clicked his tongue. “Ashton, why are you even talking to him? Do you think he’ll cooperate? Just grab


    him.”


    Reece wasn’t a patient person either. Hearing this, he started to move forward to grab the man. “Exactly. Why waste our breath on someone like him? Let’s just get it over with.”


    The two of them moved threateningly toward Harith, who let out a strange cry of fear and continued hiding behind his bodyguards. In his panic, he blurted out, “W–what are you trying to do? I work for that person. You can’t arrest me…”


    Hamish and Reece paused and turned to look at Ashton. Hamish asked, “Ashton, who is ‘that person‘?”


    Reece gritted his teeth. “It couldn’t be the one we’re thinking of, could it?”


    Ashton said grimly, “It’s Mr. Ernest.”


    Hamish and Reece exchanged a look, seeing the shock and excitement in each other’s eyes. Hamish licked his lips. “Reece, what do you think? Do you still dare to capture them?”


    Many fleeting thoughts shed through Reece’s mind, but the one he held onto made him suppress the excitement in his voice. “Ashton brought us here today for something big. If we don’t capture him, how can we make a scene?”


    “Capture him?”


    “Capture him!”


    Under the astonished gaze of Harith and his bodyguards, the two men shouted and lunged at them. Their rapid movements suggested they intended to devour rather than merely capture them.


    Harith never imagined that invoking that person’s name would not only fail to intimidate them but would instead awaken their primal instincts. They attacked like ravenous wolves, overwhelming him and his bodyguards before binding them all together.


    Tossed into the middle of the living room, they looked as pitiful as a bundle of trussed–up parcels. Just then, the front door was kicked open from the outside, and Briar stood in the doorway like a queen, looking down on Harith from above.


    Briar maintained a calm and detached expression as she scanned the room. Her gaze finally settled on Harith, who was tied up among his bodyguards. Her hair, pulled back, flowed softly in the wind, and her entire presence radiated a striking blend of intensity and chilling coldness,


    When Harith met Briar’s cold and sinister gaze, a chill ran down his spine. He wanted to threaten her, but Hamish had stuffed a kitchen rag in his mouth, leaving him only able to produce whimpering sounds.


    Briar clearly hadn’t anticipated walking in on such a scene. Her lips formed a thin line as she stared coldly at Harith for a few moments before demanding, “Who’s going to exin this?”


    She directed her gaze toward Ashton, who was seated on the sofa, sipping coffee from a delicate, light blue, floral coffee cup. It was evident that she was awaiting an exnation from him.


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    Hamish and Reece exchanged another nce, quietly pulled back their feet, and casually settled into the farthest corner of the sofa, pretending they weren’t there.


    Ashton lowered his head, took a gentle sip of tea, and said softly, “Honey, you must be thirsty after your trip Have some coffee to soothe your throat.” However, he was internally startled by the force with which Briar had kicked open the door, and a wave of panic washed over him.


    Briar radiated an aura reminiscent of a demon, as if she had actually beaten Brandon to death in her fury. The bright sunlight from outside illuminated her silhouette, casting a soft yellow halo that sharpened the tense anger etched on her face. “Ashton Wade, I’m really furious right now. Don’t push me.”


    Ashton nodded slightly, yielding with practiced ease. “Okay, Honey. I was wrong.” She called him by his full name, which meant she was genuinely angry.


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