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    Instead, Emily let out a cold, mirthlessugh. “Resorting to such vile tricks, framing an innocent woman—you are truly pathetic.” Her voice dripped with venom, her scorn palpable.


    Nn did notsh out. Instead, heughed softly—a sound devoid of warmth, more like a serpent coiling before striking. “Emily,” he murmured, his tone deceptively gentle. “I am offering you a way out because of what we once shared. If you refuse to take it, you cannot me me for whates next.”


    His gaze darkened, filled with something far more sinister. Memories of that night surfaced in his mind, and he exhaled slowly, voice deepening. “Even if you will not cooperate, I can still ruin Corrine. It will only take more time.”


    Emily remained silent, but the shift in his expression made her stomach twist. She tensed, instinctively leaning away, only for his fingers to mp around her wrist.


    “That night was…” Nn murmured. His grip tightened. “Tell me, have you not thought about it?”


    “Let go!” Emily struggled, twisting against his grasp.


    Nn ced a single finger against her lips. “Shh. If you do not want the world to see your little secret, I suggest youe quietly.”


    Hatred burned fiercely in Emily’s eyes, the intensity of her loathing enough to set the entire room aze.


    And yet, despite the fire in her gaze, the weight of his threat loomed over her like a noose tightening around her throat. She had no choice. With each reluctant step she took, it felt as if she were walking toward the gallows.


    When she finally emerged from a hotel room, her face was devoid of emotion—drained, hollow.


    Nn watched her go before turning toward the adjoining room. As he stepped inside, Bryant was already waiting. “Handled?” Bryant asked, barely sparing him a nce.


    Nn sank into the sofa, his satisfaction evident in the slow, deliberate way he stretched his limbs. “You can leave everything to me.”


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    Bryant studied him for a moment before scoffing. “Hah! Just do not let a woman y you for a fool.”


    Nn’s expression darkened, though he quickly masked it with a smirk. “Father, I have leverage,” he said smoothly. “She has no choice but to obey.”


    Just as she had earlier—powerless beneath his grasp, forced into submission.


    Bryant knew his son well enough. He set his cup down with deliberate care, his gaze lifting to meet Nn’s. “Cornering someone too hard can provoke a violent bacsh. Push her far enough, and she might decide to drag us down with her.”


    A shadow flickered across Nn’s face, darkening his sharp eyes. Before taking action against Emily, he had meticulously dug into her past.


    She was raised in a quiet town, the daughter of two devoted schoolteachers, born into a lineage steeped in academia. That heritage had shaped her—instilling a fierce sense of pride, an unshakable integrity. Those very qualities made the photographs in Nn’s possession her ultimate weakness. They were the chains ensuring her obedience.


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