Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3545 I'm Already Married

Paxton's words were spoken with unmistakable sincerity. Still, Orla shook her

head slightly, her voice flat as she replied, "There's no need for me to lie to you. It's the truth, and as for this marriage contract, I think it's best to put the matter to rest. If you're seeking compensation, feel free to let me know."

Her tone was gentle, without a trace of harshness.

After all, Paxton's father and her own had been sworn brothers. Even if she had no desire to marry Paxton, she owed it to their fathers' bond to reject him with kindness.

At that moment, Brennan rose from his seat once more, his eyes fixed on Orla. "Governor, Mr. Whitmoor is one of the Viper Crew's appointed Inspector Generals in the West Montiria Islands—a position of considerable power and influence. If the two of you were to marry, Ore Island would undoubtedly prosper even more quickly. Please, I urge you to reconsider."

With that, Brennan fell to his knees, bowing deeply as if pleading for the future of the island.

Orla's smile faded as her gaze turned cold. "Mr. Dallinger, do you understand the implications of what you're saying? Should I interpret this as... an act of coercion?"

Her final words carried an unmistakable weight, and the air around them seemed to tighten as several guards appeared silently around the perimeter of the main hall.

quickly lowered his head. "I

lips curled into a cold smile. "Never dare? I think you dare quite a bit." Brennan's face darkened as anger and ambition flickered in his eyes. Lifting his gaze to

act in the island's best interest. I'll eliminate those who have misguided you. And to be honest, Governor, I have 5,000 well-armed men stationed

tall and defiant, his eyes locked onto Orla's

reach his eyes. "Come now, Orla, there's no need for all this unpleasantness. If you marry me, I

gaze lingered hungrily on Orla,

many men this

of soon having her delicate body entirely at

"Protect the Governor!"

hall moved instantly, placing themselves in front of Orla with their firearms raised, the dark muzzles aimed directly at

fire those guns, your families the elderly, women, and children—will all be buried

in the hall reached a breaking point. Seeing that the situation had escalated to this point, Brennan no longer bothered with

dear Governor,

over the years has allowed me to cultivate quite the private army. And whether or not you consent