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    Katelyn’s harsh words made Rond’s expression darken immediately.


    Before Rond could reply, one of his minions, unable to hold back, stepped forward and yelled at Katelyn. “Do you have any idea what you just said? You should be thankful that Mr. Bernard even notices you! Stop pretending you’re so superior. We’ve seen countless women try to y hard to get with Mr. Bernard, thinking it’ll get them closer to him. Tell you what, just drop it!”


    The man’s outburst was so fierce that he nearly spat on Katelyn. Appalled, Katelyn recoiled. Unbeknownst to her, Rond interpreted her reaction as a sign of fear.


    Rond cast a stern nce at his minion to silence him. With a smirk, he cleared his throat and attempted to appear amiable. “I am sorry about that. My man got a bit overzealous. However, he spoke the truth. I appreciate a spirited woman, but there is a limit.”


    As each word left his mouth, Katelyn’s brow furrowed further, and an uneasy shiver coursed through her. Her mind raced with a barrage of questions. Was he genuinely serious, or was he simply delusional? In either case, he seemed entirely unhinged.<fnc7e2> ?? ??? ???? ?? ???? ???? ???????s, ????s? ??s?? FindN0vel</fnc7e2>


    Holding her gun firmly, Katelyn’s expression hardened into a sneer. “Do you not have a mirror at your ce? Maybe you should go back and see what you really look like.”


    Rond, as usual, thought his money could buy him anything, believing women would juste running to him. Katelyn’s interest was genuine. What was it about men like him that made them so full of themselves?


    Her biting words made Rond feel both ufortable and annoyed. With a sneer, he said, “You are walking a dangerous line. Is that how you like it? Do you want me to be rough with you?”


    Without saying a word, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it to hisckey, gearing up to face Katelyn head-on. But as he moved to grab her, a stronger, unyielding hand seized him from behind.


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    Vincent seized Rond’s wrist, stopping him in his tracks. His eyes narrowed as he stared at Rond, his voice cold and menacing. “It is you who is flirting with danger.”


    With a slight twist of Vincent’s hand, Rond let out a bloodcurdling scream that echoed through the room like the cry of a ughtered animal. The sickening creak of bones straining under pressure sent a cold shiver down everyone’s spine. The faint cracking sound was enough to make the entire room’s stomachs churn.


    Katelyn stood back, her eyes wide with astonishment at Vincent’s swift and decisive response.


    Rond’s wrist would be useless for at least a month.


    “It hurts! You fool, let go!” Rond screamed, his voice filled with rage and disbelief. “I will make you pay for this!” Even in his pain, Rond couldn’t grasp the gravity of the situation, still barking out hollow threats.


    But Vincent remainedposed, his face betraying nothing. He tightened his grip on Rond’s wrist, and with a crisp, unsettling sound, the bone snapped. The sickening crack was loud and unmistakable, filling the room.


    Everyone in the room heard it clearly. Rond’s followers stared in shock and fear, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. This man, who had appeared out of nowhere, had snapped Rond’s wrist as if it were nothing.


    Rond’s face drained of color, and sweat began to bead on his forehead as he gasped for air. He struggled violently, attempting to wrench himself free, but Vincent’s grip was unyielding, as solid as steel.


    Seething with rage, Rond turned to his men, his teeth grinding and eyes wild with desperation. “What are you idiots waiting for? Get over here and help me!”


    But fear and hesitation had already gripped their hearts. Not one of them had the courage to step forward or face Vincent.


    Vincent’s gaze swept over them, and it felt as though an invisible de was pressed to their throats. The intensity of his presence was overwhelming, crushing any desire they had to act. They didn’t dare even breathe too loudly.


    They had no idea who Vincent was, but they had never encountered anyone like him before. His power was something they couldn’t begin toprehend.


    Rond, furious and writhing in pain, barked orders. “Take him down, all of you, now! What the hell are you waiting for? If any of you back down, I will break your legs myself!”


    Hisckeys exchanged uneasy nces, hesitation flickering across their faces, but they quickly realized they had no choice. Steeling themselves, they surged forward.


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