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    She was Ralph’s youngest and only daughter. While three of her four brothers were ambitious and showed their talents early, she had always been close to Bryant, her second brother, who was quiet and average.


    She used to depend on himpletely, even when she slept.


    But as her other brothers got into trouble, Bryant stayed out of it.


    At first, she thought it was just luck, but as she grew older, she saw his true nature.


    Bryant’s calmness and patience, unlike the others, made him the most dangerous of them all.


    Bryant was just as ruthless as Ralph and just as deceptive as her nephew, Nate. The only reason she hadn’t been targeted all these years wasn’t because he had any mercy on her. It was because he didn’t see her as a threat.


    Bryant showed no anger, his voice still full of patience. “Andromache, do you really think the family hasn’t noticed what you’ve been doing?”


    Andromache stayed silent, eyeing him warily.


    “I know, and our father knows too,” Bryant said, unfazed by her caution.


    “Nothing happened before, so why now, especially on a day like today?”


    Andromache knitted her brows slightly but remained silent, choosing quiet over words. Bryant seemed the most straightforward, yet his mind worked in ways that made him the hardest to read.


    She was fully aware she didn’t stand a chance against him.


    Saying nothing was the safest bet. Better to wait and see than slip up and expose herself.


    Bryant shot her a casual look, the corner of his mouth lifting just slightly, as if he had already figured her out.


    His face remained unreadable. He didn’t let anything slip. “Funny how trouble found you right when Nate and his guys rolled back in. Isn’t that too coincidental?”


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    Andromache’s face shifted just a little. “Are you saying Nate is pulling strings behind my back?”


    Bryant let out a quiet chuckle, giving nothing else away.


    As he walked off, Andromache found herself frowning, her thoughts unsettled.


    She knew all too well—Bryant had a knack for getting into people’s heads.


    Even so, his words stuck with her, circling like a persistent echo.


    Was Nate really the oneing after her?


    The idea barely took shape before she shoved it aside.


    She knew exactly how Nate operated. If he had orchestrated this, her people wouldn’t have had time to reach out. In that case, she would have met the same fate as Darrion’s family.


    But if Nate wasn’t responsible, what was Bryant really trying to say?


    Andromache inhaled deeply, resting her forehead against her palm. Her eyes drifted to the cold stone floor, unfocused.


    A sudden knock broke the silence.


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