The conference room filled with Holden’s desperate cries, echoing off the walls. He clutched his arm tightly, his face going pale as blood poured down his skin like a dark stream.

Just moments earlier, Vincent had fired a shot, hitting Holden’s arm with shocking accuracy. No one had expected Vincent to pull the trigger on Holden. Pierce’s rage surged as he marched toward Vincent, ready to slap him across the face.

“I must teach you a lesson today!” he yelled, his voice booming with anger.

But before Pierce could close the distance, Vincent lifted his gun again. He fired at Pierce’s leg.

The shot ricocheted in the tense room.

“Ah!” Pierce screamed. He crumpled to the ground, clutching his wounded leg, fury boiling inside him.

“How could you shoot me? Are you out of your mind?” Pierce yelled, his voice shaking with pain.

Vincent answered with another shot.

Pierce cried out again, but Vincent remained calm. He fired two more shots.

Pierce couldn’t get back up. The bullets had struck his wrists and legs, leaving him unable to move. He was stuck on the ground now, his face going pale from the pain. Blood pooled beneath him, slowly spreading into a dark red stream.

“Vincent, I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you!” Pierce’s voice was a mix of pain and rage.

Vincent stayed calm, unfazed by Pierce’s threats. He grabbed more bullets from the drawer and reloaded the gun.

The gun clicked—empty.

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Vincent had taken care of one problem, and now it was time to face the next.

When Vincent’s eyes landed on Holden, the man froze, stunned.

He was terrified after seeing Pierce get shot like that. If Vincent could do this to his own father, what chance did Holden have?

“Vincent, I messed up. If you don’t want me around, I’ll leave—disappear from your life for good. Please, just don’t kill me,” Holden pleaded, his voice shaky and his eyes wide with fear.

Vincent’s eyes glinted with a cold smirk.

“It’s way too late for that.” Vincent lifted the gun and, without a second thought, fired several more rounds.

The shots rang out one after another.

But he didn’t kill them. Instead, he aimed carefully, making sure each of them took four bullets—right into their wrists and ankles—leaving them writhing in pain, their screams echoing through the room.

Katelyn stood there, completely stunned by what she was witnessing.

She knew how much Vincent despised his father. Pierce had never shown any love to Vincent, so how could he expect any respect from him now?

Letting them live was Vincent’s version of mercy.

“Get them out of here,” Vincent said coldly, his voice unwavering. “And don’t let anyone treat them. I want them crippled for the rest of their lives.”

Vincent calmly put the gun away, his expression still hard as he issued the final order.

Crippled for the rest of their lives?

For them, that was worse than death.

Pierce finally felt fear creep in, but he still spat curses.

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Vincent stared down at them, his expression as hard and emotionless as stone.

“Being related to you makes me sick,” he said, his tone sharp.

His hatred for Pierce and Peter ran deep.

All those years of being forced to kill, Vincent had only one thought: to get stronger.

He longed to wipe out those who had imposed such cruel rules.

Sadly, Peter had died too soon, leaving Vincent without the chance for revenge.

Samuel rushed in with security, quickly dragging both father and son away.

Even as he teetered on the brink of death, Holden refused to back down.

“Vincent, this isn’t over! I will never let you go!” he shouted, his voice seething with rage.

Vincent squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. The weight he carried was already heavy enough, and his family ties only intensified his pain.

The conference room was thick with the lingering, metallic scent of blood.

Jaxen walked over, concern etched on his face, and gently placed a hand on Vincent’s shoulder—a quiet gesture of support.

Anyone who had been through what Vincent had endured would have likely broken down long ago.

Katelyn felt a soft sigh of sympathy rise in her chest.

The lucky ones found joy in their lives, while those less fortunate spent years healing from the scars of their childhood.

Following Vincent, Katelyn noticed his determined stride, moving through the world like a lone wolf.

Despite his apparent power, no one could see the pain that lay hidden beneath his tough exterior.

As they stepped into Vincent’s office, his words sent a ripple of anxiety through Katelyn’s chest, her heart racing.

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