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.

him second-guess his instincts. Could he really be

began

kept signaling with her

understood her meaning. He reached for the dagger in

one fluid motion, he flipped it around and

Hoffman!” the guards

halt them, that sly smile of his

along the handle of the pink suitcase with unsettling ease, his voice low and mocking as he drawled, “You really think this

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢: ⳑ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝖼𝗈𝗺

spoke each word with slow, deliberate

his throat—his

anyone touches her,” Kristian said through gritted teeth, “I’ll kill

shoved the blade even

threat didn’t shake the bodyguards

lifeless machines, they raised their guns and aimed straight at

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