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    In an instant, Brendan found himself overwhelmed. He barely managed to dodge the hail of bullets, each oneing too close forfort.


    This was no game. Even a single graze could be fatal. He clenched his jaw. He couldn’t die. Not until he killed Vincent. How could he possibly rest in peace?


    The once-luxurious vi now stood in ruins, shattered and unrecognizable. It was nothing like the pristine, well-kept ce it had once been.


    But Brendan couldn’t spare a thought for that. His eyes were locked on the remote—just inches from Ashlyn’s grasp. That was his lifeline. His way out.


    Brendan’s gaze still lingered on Ashlyn as her fingers almost reached the remote. Without hesitation, he grabbed a gun from one of his men and took aim at her.


    At the exact moment Brendan fired, Vincent pulled the trigger too. The bullets narrowly missed each other. One bullet struck Ashlyn’s hand, while the other tore through Brendan’s wrist.


    Brendan’s wrist had already been wounded by Vincent, and this fresh injury sent a new wave of agony through him.


    Yet, Brendan gritted his teeth and pushed through the pain. He didn’t care about the pain. He didn’t care about his life. All that mattered was the remote.


    Vincent’s eyes widened—he hadn’t expected Brendan to be this reckless. For a split second, he remained stunned.


    And just in that second, Brendan’s fingers wrapped around the remote. A wild, victoriousugh burst from his lips. “Nobody move, or I’ll blow us all to hell!”


    The gunfire stopped, and silence fell over the room as everyone turned to Brendan.


    Vincent’s heart pounded as he surveyed the scene. If it were just him, he wouldn’t care about dying. But he wasn’t the only one here. Samuel. Jaxen. Ashlyn. Even Katelyn.


    He clenched his jaw, then gave a quick signal to his men. “Don’t move.” Everyone froze in that instant, and Brendan smirked. That was all the proof he needed—Vincent was afraid. As long as Vincent was afraid, Brendan had the upper hand.


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    Brendanughed wildly, “Drop your guns!” he barked, his voiceced with madness.


    Ashlyn writhed on the floor, clutching her wounded hand. The pain was soul-crushing, a sharp cry tearing from her lips.


    Hidden in the shadows, Katelyn watched it all unfold. Anxiety tightened in her chest, but she stayed still. She knew she couldn’t act impulsively just to save Ashlyn. She had something more important to do. Katelyn nced down, her fingers flying across her phone, determined to get something done.


    At that moment, Vincent hesitated for a split second before locking eyes with Brendan. Then, with a cold re, he said, “Fine. Then go to hell!”


    Without hesitation, Vincent pulled the trigger, unfazed by the risk of Brendan pressing the remote.


    The instant Vincent fired, Brendan reacted instinctively, his finger mming down on the remote’s button.


    Fear gripped everyone. If the bombs went off, none of them were making it out alive.


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