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    A softugh escaped Edwin, who flexed his wrist and offered a schrly smile. “You’d best move aside, Mr. Dawson. I’d hate for you to get caught in the crossfire.”


    “That’s not happening. I’d like to see if a pest like you has the guts toy a finger on me,” Brendon answered, squaring his shoulders and keeping Ynda behind him.


    For Brendon, it wasn’t just about defending Ynda. It was about his pride. He refused to believe that someone like Edwin, just a secretary of the Scott Group, would actually dare make a move against him.


    “Smack!” A sharp p broke the tension, echoing through the hospital room and leaving Brendon frozen in shock. He waspletely caught off guard, not expecting Edwin to strike without a word, giving him no time to react. Edwin gave a fake smile. “Oops, sorry, Mr. Dawson. It’s an ident.”


    Outrage nearly made Brendon tremble. He knew perfectly well that p was no ident. He whirled around, screaming at his bodyguards, “What are you waiting for? Get over here and put this guy in his ce!”


    “Yes!” The bodyguards immediately charged at Edwin.


    On appearances alone, Edwin seemed no match for them. Their size alone could have blocked the doorway. Yet, Edwin’s skill in a fight was unmatched. He struck swiftly, moving with practiced precision and force. The bodyguards, strong as they looked, didn’t stand a chance. Within seconds, the once-menacing bodyguards were sprawled on the floor,pletely defeated. Mouths fell open as Brendon and Ynda stared in disbelief. They never imagined a slim secretary could take down so many towering bodyguards with ease.


    Terror flickered in Brendon’s eyes as he stumbled backward. “W-what are you trying to do?”


    A few casual wrist rolls apanied Edwin as he stepped closer, closing the distance with measured calm. “You might want to get out of the way if you want to avoid another idental p.”


    Rage red in Brendon’s voice. “Don’t even think about it! As long as I’m standing here, no one’sying a finger on Ynda!”


    Before the words had even settled in the air, Edwin’s fist connected with Brendon’s eye, painting it a dramatic shade of purple.


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    Pain forced a cry from Brendon, both hands flying up to shield his swollen face. “Ouch!”


    Putting on a show of remorse, Edwin grinned. “Oh, how clumsy of me. Another ident. Sometimes, these things just happen, you know?”


    In truth, Edwin was enjoying every second. With each blow, he imagined gaining favor with Christina, the future Mrs. Scott. Memories of Brendon’s treatment of Christina shed through his mind, convincing him that a little rough justice was long overdue.


    Fury made Brendon’s finger shake as he jabbed at Edwin. “You! That was deliberate!”


    A chuckle escaped Edwin as he snatched Brendon’s arm. “Mr. Dawson, you must be joking…”


    Without warning, Edwin spun and threw Brendon over his shoulder with a heavy thud.


    The sound of Brendon crashing to the floor echoed across the room, the overwhelming pain leaving him flush and groaning.


    Shock turned to panic as Ynda gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “Brendon!” Desperate to reach him, she started forward, but Edwin’s palm met her cheek with a stinging p, nearly knocking her off her feet.


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