Chapter 409

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Fuming with rage, he locked eyes with Collin and hissed through clenched teeth, “You piece of shit, Collin! You really think you can hit me and get away with it? You’re digging your own grave!”
Collin met Gorman’s glare with cold indifference and threw another unyielding punch, striking him directly in the face.
Gorman collapsed to the floor, his body refusing to cooperate.
“Boss!” his men exclaimed in shock, rushing forward to form a protective barrier around him.
The double blow not only bruised his body but also his ego.
He blamed the sharp pain in his shoulder for his current plight.
On any other night, Collin would have stood no chance against him. Enraged to the breaking point, Gorman barked furiously, “Everyone, take him down! Show this fool his place!”
At his command, a wave of his loyal bodyguards flooded the living room, outnumbering Collin’s crew.
With a smug grin, Gorman watched the tide turn.
Collin had run out of luck—there was no way out this time.
Despite any skills he might possess, he was on Gorman’s territory, surrounded and outsmarted.
Gorman was confident that Collin was fighting a losing battle.
Gorman’s men were swiftly closing in, their menacing steps echoing ominously. In a flurry, Collin’s men surged forward, forming a human barrier around him.
“Mr. Riley, be careful!”
Yet, despite their valor, Gorman’s forces proved overwhelming.
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They descended like a storm, quickly overpowering Collin’s men.
“Get your filthy hands off us!” Collin’s men grunted as they struggled in vain, their efforts futile against the tightening grip of their adversaries. They could only watch, dismayed, as the enemy encircled Collin.
Standing arrogantly, Gorman taunted him, his voice dripping with disdain.
“Collin, kneel now and beg, and perhaps I’ll spare your pathetic life.”
Yet, Collin’s response was a study in cool defiance. He scanned the hostile faces surrounding him with a serene, almost dismissive glance.
“It seems you’re the one who’s mistaken about who should be begging,” he retorted sharply, his tone steady.
Gorman was taken aback by Collin’s audacity, a wave of frustration washing over him.
That arrogant bastard, Collin—how the hell had he dared to act like he owned the place?
He needed to teach that cocky bastard a lesson he wouldn’t forget.
With a malevolent glare, Gorman narrowed his eyes and issued a chilling command to his men.
“Get it done. Just make sure he doesn’t black out—I want him awake for every second of it.”
Despite everything, Collin was Linsey’s lawfully wedded husband. Gorman harbored no desire to plant seeds of enduring bitterness within Linsey.
By sparing Collin’s life, he could later assert that it was Collin’s own perilous choice to be here.
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