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.

made him second-guess his instincts. Could he really

Brendan began

kept signaling with

understood her meaning. He reached for

flipped it around and drove the blade right up

the guards cried,

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

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

at the dagger pressed against his throat—his voice cold

gritted teeth, “I’ll kill

the blade even

his threat didn’t shake the bodyguards

their guns and

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