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    But despite the anger simmering beneath the surface, Brendon knew he couldn’t confront Dn directly. He had no choice but to suppress his fury. “Mr. Scott,” Brendon said stiffly, “this is a private matter—something within my family. If there’s nothing else, I’d appreciate it if you could give us some space.”


    “Oh?” Dn raised a brow, a trace of amusement shing in his cold eyes. Instead of leaving, he strolled over to the sofa and sat down with effortless grace, crossing one leg over the other like he owned the ce.


    Edwin followed closely, standing beside him with a stern expression, arms crossed and eyes sharp. These idiots really thought they could bully Christina, the future…


    “Hostess of the Scott family? They must’ve had a death wish.” Dn looked at Brendon calmly. “Tell me about this family matter, and I’ll decide who’s right.”


    “Mr. Scott, weren’t you always the kind who avoids meddling in other people’s business? Then why—” Brendon’s voice trailed off, clearly frustrated and confused. What was Dn doing here? Why was he suddenly interfering?


    “Consider me just feeling nosy today,” Dn replied, his gaze like ice as it locked onto Brendon.


    A chill ran down Brendon’s spine. He immediately bowed slightly, trying to smooth things over. “No, I didn’t mean it like that…”


    “Oh?” Dn’s voice was calm but carried weight. “Then what exactly did you mean?”


    “I just didn’t expect you to suddenly show interest in my family issues,” Brendon stammered, choosing his words carefully.


    Trying to smooth things over, Ynda chimed in softly, “Mr. Scott, the Dawson family matters areplicated… It’s best not to get involved, don’t you think?”


    “As if I need your opinion,” Dn snapped without even looking in her direction. His voice was sharp and emotionless as he gazed at Edwin. “p her.”


    Before anyone could react, Edwin stepped forward and delivered a swift, resounding p across Ynda’s face.


    Smack! Ynda froze, her cheek stinging, eyes wide with shock. Tears welled up as she turned toward Brendon, seeking help. “Brendon…” she choked, barely holding back sobs.


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    Brendon’s face darkened with rage. He pointed a trembling finger at Dn, his voice rising. “You’ve crossed the line! What did she even do to deserve that?”


    Dn remained seated, his posture rxed, yet the intensity of his presence dominated the entire room, making those standing before him feel small.


    An aura of control and power surrounded Dn, as if the entire room bent to his will. His gaze shifted slightly toward Edwin—a silentmand passed without words. Instantly understanding, Edwin stepped forward.


    “Mr. Scott didn’t need Ynda’s opinion. She deserves that p for overspeaking,” Edwin said firmly.


    Brendon snapped, “Even so, a pathetic pest like you shouldn’t raise your damned filthy hand on her! Who do you think you are?”


    “A pest indeed shouldn’t get physical,” Dn said, calm and casual.


    Eyes wide, Edwin stared at Dn, confused, unsure if he’d heard it right.


    Brendon, misunderstandingpletely,ughed smugly. “Did you hear that? Mr. Scott just insulted you!”


    “Brendon, Mr. Scott, please don’t me Edwin. Maybe he’s just used to throwing his weight around,” Ynda said softly, her words carefully chosen to solidify her gentle and forgiving persona while subtly subduing Edwin.


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