Chapter 408
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“Oh, look who decided to show up! You really think you can just walk in here and confront me? Who do you even think you are?”
In Gorman’s eyes, Collin was just the unwanted eldest son of the Riley family.
Gorman still had no respect for Collin, even though he wasn’t disabled. The only person who posed a threat to him was the mysterious founder of CR Corporation.
Gorman settled deeper into the sofa, his voice chilling the air. “Here’s a piece of advice for you, Collin. Walk away from Linsey while I still have some patience. As long as you quietly divorce her, I won’t make things hard for you. Maybe I’ll even throw you a bone.”
Collin’s expression didn’t waver. “I’ll never divorce Linsey. But you, you need to stop harassing her.”
Gorman quickly retorted, “That’s not going to happen. Linsey caught my eye long before she met you. You’re the newcomer.”
Collin’s gaze sharpened, his tone turning cold. “Really?”
After a brief pause, he added, “Well then, don’t hold it against me if things get a bit rough.”
With a smirk of amusement, Gorman looked at Collin. “Interesting. I’m curious to see what you think you can pull off. Are you thinking of making a move on my turf? You surely don’t think…”
Before Gorman could finish his taunt, Collin stepped forward and landed a swift kick on one of Gorman’s men standing nearby.
“Ow!” the man yelped as he crashed to the floor.
Gorman was visibly shocked.
Had he misjudged Collin? It appeared he was more capable than he had assumed.
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Fernanda’s words echoed in Gorman’s mind—Collin had been pretending to be crippled all along. The revelation pressed down on Gorman like a stone.
As he took down one of Gorman’s men with brutal precision, Collin surged forward, his eyes locked on his true target.
Simultaneously, Collin’s men clashed fiercely with Gorman’s, chaos erupting in every corner of Gorman’s opulent villa.
“Have you lost your minds? How dare you cause such uproar in Mr. Green’s place!” Gorman’s men shouted incredulously, their voices laced with shock and outrage, only to be swiftly silenced by Collin’s men’s decisive blows.
The air was thick with tension, the conflict escalating rapidly. Everything unfolded in a blur, causing Gorman’s pupils to dilate in shock for a split second.
As Collin’s formidable fist descended, Gorman, driven by instinct, attempted to sidestep.
However, the action triggered a stabbing pain in his already wounded shoulder.
“Ugh!” he groaned, grimacing as the pain momentarily clouded his senses.
This fleeting hesitation was all Collin needed—his punch connected with devastating precision.
The impact sent Gorman tumbling off the sofa, his body crashing onto the floor with a heavy thud.
Dazed and reeling, he scrambled to regain his footing, his injured shoulder now a mere afterthought amidst the turmoil.
Cradling his throbbing jaw, he glimpsed fresh blood on his arm.
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