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.

his instincts. Could he really

began the

kept signaling with

meaning. He reached for the dagger in Brendan’s

one fluid motion, he flipped it around and drove the blade right up to Brendan’s

Hoffman!” the guards

that sly smile of his twisting into something a

the pink suitcase with unsettling ease, his voice low and mocking as he drawled, “You

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spoke each word with slow, deliberate

his throat—his voice cold and commanding as

Kristian said through gritted teeth, “I’ll kill him on the

shoved the blade even

didn’t shake the bodyguards

their guns and aimed

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