Chapter 659:

The pink suitcase. The wrist-cutting. Dora Isle.

It all came together.

This wasn’t about power or politics—Brendan was after revenge. For a girl.

“Brendan, I know what this is really about,” Freya said sharply. “And honestly, don’t you think this is all just a little childish?”

“Calling it childish just proves you’ve misunderstood,” Brendan replied coldly. He clearly didn’t buy it. His gaze shifted to Kristian, whose hand hovered uncertainly in mid-air, and he added, “I’ll count to three. If that blade doesn’t slice, Freya’s the one who’ll pay the price.”

Kristian looked at Freya again.

She saw Natasha returning from the sea, and in that split second, a bold, dangerous idea flashed in her mind.

She met Kristian’s eyes.

second-guess his instincts. Could he really be

began the

kept signaling with her

that moment, Kristian understood her meaning. He

fluid motion, he flipped it around and drove the blade

Hoffman!” the

hand to halt them, that sly smile of his twisting into something a

pink suitcase with unsettling ease, his voice low and mocking as he drawled, “You really think this little stunt can shake me? Kristian Shaw, you’re

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spoke each word with

dagger pressed against his throat—his voice cold and

said through gritted teeth,

the blade

shake

raised their guns and aimed straight at Freya’s

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