The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Wife, Now His Rival 100

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Few people dared to challenge Ethan's authority. In moments like this, it was only natural for Joonas to step in personally. As a trained fighter with considerable strength, he had every intention of teaching Brandon a lesson,

and he didn't hold back.

Brandon let out a painful cry, clutching his nose as a stream of hot blood flowed through his fingers.

Pain exploded through Brandon's face. His nose felt broken, and his head pounded so fiercely that the voices

around him became nothing more than muffled noise.

Doubling over in agony, he remained still for a moment while his people stood in stunned silence.

Since he could not speak, Brandon lifted a trembling hand and pointed at Joonas, his gaze seething with fury.

After a few ragged breaths, he'managed to spit out the words, "Take him down!"

Without a second thought, his people lunged forward, brandishing iron rods as they charged at Joonas.

Although Joonas' side was outnumbered, his men were experienced fighters, many of whom were former special forces soldiers. Within seconds, Brandon's men lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Joonas hadn't even needed to lift a finger. Standing with one hand in his pocket, calm and composed, he

watched as a subordinate lit a cigar for him and handed over a phone. "Here is what you asked for."

Joonas let out a chuckle, utterly confident in his victory. With a nod toward Brandon, he said, "Show him."

The subordinate turned the phone screen toward Brandon.

woman, both completely naked, lying together in

slapped him, his mouth ajar in disbelief. Shaking his head furiously, he muttered,

can't be real."

photo was his father, the deputy mayor. A man who would never

back, his voice laced with denial, "This is fake! You are just trying to ruin my father's name! He is the deputy

this."

saying a word, Joonas took the phone and swiped to

throat, and

know where you got these photos, but I won't let you frame my father. I'm not falling for this

photo showed an open wardrobe stuffed to the brim with bricks of cash. It was

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bedroom.

unfazed by Brandon's protests. He

a terrified girl's shoulder. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and beside her stood Harlan, wearing a menacing smirk as he poured red wine

another disturbing photo appeared on the screen, showing Brandon holding a syringe, injecting something into the arm of a blond-haired boy. The image didn't reveal what he was

obviously not anything good.

Brandon over twenty photos, each one

misdeeds, that there were no cameras to capture his bad

taken them?

to the ground, his mind

think? Are these enough to

the throbbing ache in his nose. On his knees, he grabbed Joonas' pant leg, pleading frantically, "Please, Joonas, Mr. Mitchell... If you destroy this evidence, I'll do anything. Anything you want. Just don't expose my father

sharp kick, he shoved Brandon away, then brushed off his pants as if

the prosecutor's office. Do you have any idea how many vile, unforgivable things you and your father have done? What makes you think Mr. Mitchell would ever cover for scum like you?