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    “Still not leaving?” Rnd asked.


    Nasir’s mind raced through the consequences—both of the rm and his previous humiliation when the police had proven useless after Rnd had beaten him.


    Self-preservation finally won out over pride.


    He released his grip, and Amanda darted behind Rnd like a frightened deer seeking shelter.


    “Alright, alright, I’m going!” But Nasir couldn’t resist a final threat as he backed away. “You’ll regret this!”


    Rnd remained silent, methodically collecting the scattered shopping bags from the floor. He found a bottle of ketchup among the items, testing its weight in his hand with quiet consideration.


    As the elevator doors began to close with Nasir inside, Rnd rose smoothly andunched the bottle.


    Bang!


    The ketchup exploded on impact, painting Nasir in humiliation as he cringed and covered his head, hisposure shattered like the bottle itself.


    Amanda was startled by Rnd’s action. She realized that he had shattered the fire rm’s protective ss instead of Nasir’s head, merely to intimidate thetter. Had Rnd truly wished to harm Nasir, the man would have never left the elevator alive.


    “Thank you,” she whispered, her gaze shifting down to Rnd’s injured hand. “Please, let me tend to that wound.”


    Rnd barely acknowledged the injury, his gaze instead fixed on Amanda. She could feel guilt gnawing at her conscience as she forced a weak smile. “What troubles you?”


    “How did he find this ce?” Rnd’s question was calm, but his eyes held a sharpness that made Amanda’s stomach tighten.


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    “He followed me here,” she replied, but Rnd wasn’t convinced.


    “Think again.”


    The weight of the truth hit Amanda with an unexpected force. She took a deep breath, herposure shattering under his scrutiny. “I gave him this address. I only meant for him to send my belongings here. I never imagined he’d show up in person.” Her voice faltered as the words escaped her, leaving her feeling small, exposed. The seconds stretched painfully, each one thick with tension.


    Despite her expertise in psychology, the raw emotion she felt overwhelmed her, leaving her unable to read Rnd’s stoic expression.


    Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rnd’s voice sliced through the silence. “Amanda, I assist with emergencies, not foolishness. You have one more night here. Tomorrow, your living arrangements are your own concern.”


    The wordsnded with a crushing weight, and Amanda’s throat tightened, as if she had swallowed something heavy and cold. Before she could respond, Rnd brushed past her, his departure final, leaving her standing alone in the wake of his words.


    Feeling the sting of rejection, Amanda quietly gathered her recently purchased belongings. She stood outside the door for a moment, collecting her thoughts before stepping inside, her gaze cast downward, her heart heavy with regret.


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