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    Brendan immediately turned to one of his men and ordered, “Show them what we’ve prepared for them.”


    Jaxen, Samuel, and the others suddenly felt their hearts sink as they watched one of Brendan’s subordinates press a button. Lights zed, exposing every shadowed corner—walls lined with enough explosives to level the building ten times over.


    Jaxen’s breath froze instantly as he was overwhelmed by the sight of the bombs.


    If all these bombs were to go off at once, then…


    Everyone in the room could already envision the catastrophe unfolding in their minds. If those bombs went off, no one within a five-mile radius would survive.


    Brendan was gambling with his own life. Unless Vincent was willing to throw his own life away, Brendan held the upper hand in this standoff.


    Ashlyn had barely managed to keep up a facade ofposure, but the moment she saw the dense array of explosives, her legs buckled. A wave of helplessness hit her, and she nearly copsed. But Samuel caught her just in time, steadying her before she could hit the floor. For a brief moment, she clung to his support, forcing herself to stand upright. She refused to let herself crumble in front of Brendan.


    Samuel, having followed Vincent for years, had seen countless men in high-stakes situations. But rarely had hee across someone so recklessly desperate.


    However, was Brendan truly willing to die with them? Someone as greedy and cowardly as him? Samuel had his doubts.


    And sure enough—Vincent’s voice rang out, calm and indifferent. “Either you detonate the bombs now, or we leave.”


    His words cut through the tension like a de. It was as if Brendan’s threat wasn’t even worth acknowledging.


    That tant disregard was like a p to Brendan’s face. All his life, he had beenpared to Vincent, and he had alwayse up short. The family elders had constantly belittled him, always holding Vincent up as the standard he could never reach.


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    And now, even in a situation like this, Vincent remainedposedpletely unfazed. Did Vincent really believe he wouldn’t dare detonate those bombs?


    Fury surged through Brendan, boiling over. With a violent swing, he hurled his wine ss to the floor. ss shards scattered across the room.


    But no one flinched. Instead, they looked at Brendan as if he were throwing a childish tantrum.


    The mockery in their eyes only fueled Brendan’s rage. His jaw tightened, and his teeth clenched. “You think I won’t do it?”


    His hand shot out, grabbing the remote from his subordinate. His finger hovered over the red button. “Let’s see what will happen!” he challenged.


    But Vincent was faster. The gunshot echoed through the room. Brendan’s wrist exploded in pain as blood sttered—some evennding on his own face. The remote slipped from his grasp, tumbling to the floor.


    He gasped sharply, but barely had time to react. Ignoring the searing pain in his hand, he instinctively lunged for the remote.


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