Betrayed, Then Back For Blood

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

However, he knew that Ashton had come prepared. Even though there were only three of them, Harith was certain he wouldn’t be able to get rid of these unwelcome 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 underground networks, 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 place. It would be like freeing Shoneport from a menace.

They were informed that they could not intimidate everyone and that Shoneport was not a place for them to act recklessly. However, this time, they had not come 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 succumb 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 their laboratory. Meanwhile, Briar’s individuality had already piqued the interest of the mastermind.

every conceivable method to assassinate her but also had to come up with ways to collect her

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

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Chapter 284

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“Ashton, why are you even talking to

him.”

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?

hiding behind his bodyguards. In his panic,

turned to look at

his teeth. “It couldn’t be the one we’re

said grimly, “It’s Mr.

exchanged a look, seeing the shock and excitement in each other’s eyes. Hamish licked

fleeting thoughts flashed through Reece’s mind, but the one he held onto made him suppress the excitement in his voice. “Ashton

“Capture him?”

“Capture him!”

of Harith and his bodyguards, the two men shouted and lunged at them. Their rapid movements suggested they intended to devour rather

instead awaken their primal instincts. They attacked like ravenous wolves, overwhelming

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,

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

chill ran down his spine. He wanted to threaten her, but Hamish

as she stared coldly at Harith for a few moments before demanding, “Who’s going to