Brendan, who had always held women in disdain, felt an immediate surge of irritation upon seeing her. Her beauty, undeniable as it was, held no allure for him—he had enjoyed many.

With a mocking laugh, Brendan sneered and said, “What does it matter to you whether I kill him or not, you filthy slut? Get lost!”

Click—

The sharp sound of a bullet sliding into the chamber echoed instantly. Sophia leveled her gun at Brendan’s forehead, her voice slicing through the tension as she said, “Speak to me like that again, and this bullet will end you. Think I’m bluffing? Go ahead, try me.”

Brendan’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed hard. There wasn’t a shred of doubt in his mind that Sophia would pull the trigger without hesitation.

Years spent among ruthless killers had taught Brendan to recognize true danger. But this woman? Her aura of lethal intent eclipsed even the most hardened assassins he’d known.

A strained smile tugged at Brendan’s lips as he attempted to defuse the situation, saying, “Hey, we’re all on the same side, right? No need for guns and threats. We can settle this peacefully.”

Sophia’s eyes flickered with disdain.

Brendan was nowhere near as composed as Vincent. But that worked perfectly in her favor. Fearing death made him predictable, and predictable men were easy to manipulate.

Sophia smoothly slid her gun back into its holster, settling onto the sofa with a composed air.

Brendan’s mind worked fast, concocting a plan as he sauntered over. Attempting charm, he lowered himself next to her.

“You’re far too stunning to be wielding a gun. Why not…”

Reaching for her arm, he hoped to disarm her in more ways than one. But before his fingers could graze her skin, Sophia’s knife flashed out, slicing through the air with precision. Her movements fluid and unflinching.

Brendan barely jerked back in time, his heart pounding as he realized how close he’d come to losing more than just his pride.

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A surge of panic overwhelmed him. Moments earlier, he had imagined seducing her with his charm, convinced that no woman could resist the allure of flattery and attention. But this woman—she was impenetrable, indifferent to his shallow tricks.

Clutching his hand protectively, Brendan abandoned his flirtation and said, “I apologize. That was foolish of me. Just tell me what you need.”

Sophia wasn’t someone who would hesitate, especially when it came to making her intentions clear. Her word was her bond, and when she promised action, it came without delay.

Brendan quickly realized he wasn’t in a position to test his luck any further; his survival could depend on it. Being able to appear here silently, despite this place being heavily surrounded by Vincent and his men, suggested that she must possess formidable strength.

Sophia’s gaze turned cold, a smirk twisting her lips. “You want Katelyn gone, don’t you? I have a plan.”

At her words, Brendan’s eyes instantly widened. She was on his side after all.

Quickly, he moved to sit away from her, a grin spreading across his face. “So, you’re after that bitch too? Alright, let’s talk. What’s your move?”

The disturbance Vincent had caused at his place today—it was something he couldn’t just let go of. What was more, with Katelyn out of the picture, Vincent would have no choice but to fall back in line, adhering to the marriage alliance with Ryanna. It would certainly serve the interests of everyone in the Adams family.

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