Chapter 412
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The more Gorman pondered, the firmer his conviction grew that he could overpower Collin.
With confidence, he advanced, commenting casually, “Collin, I must say, I do respect your prowess and bravery.”
He paused briefly, then offered in a seemingly sincere tone, “What if we settle this with a duel? The victor claims Linsey, and the defeated must leave her alone. Do you agree?”
Collin’s expression darkened, his voice resonant as he replied, “Firstly, Linsey isn’t an object to be won or lost on a whim. If you truly care for her, you ought to treat her with the dignity she deserves.”
Gorman laughed derisively, quick to ridicule.
“Ah, so you now play the nobleman? What use is your so-called honor when you fail to keep Linsey safe?”
With a dismissive sigh and a confident air, he added, “You’re hardly fit to be her husband. Were she with me, I’d ensure she lacked for nothing and remained unscathed.”
Collin’s expression remained unreadable as he locked eyes with Gorman. “So, you plan to keep Linsey as a captive canary in your gilded cage?”
Gorman raised an eyebrow, a smug satisfaction crossing his features. “Exactly. That’s precisely what I want.”
To him, it made perfect sense—what woman wouldn’t dream of such a life?
Collin didn’t respond immediately.
He knew Linsey—her heart, her dreams, her every unspoken wish. Linsey would never live her life confined beneath Gorman’s so-called protection.
Collin’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Gorman, you clearly don’t understand Linsey. No wonder she won’t even look your way.”
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The words hit their mark. Gorman’s expression darkened instantly. Rage flared in his eyes as he glared at Collin, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re making a mistake.”
Without warning, Gorman lunged at Collin, fists flying.
Collin was quick to react, meeting the attack with equal force. In the chaotic struggle, blood seeped out from their recent wounds, staining their clothes.
Both men gritted their teeth, glaring at each other with nothing but pure hostility. Neither was willing to back down.
Their subordinates grew more anxious with each passing second.
“Mr. Riley! You have to stop!”
“Boss, you’re bleeding—please, don’t continue!”
Despite the cries of their subordinates, Collin and Gorman were resolute—if they didn’t settle this now, it would only escalate later.
Neither was willing to yield.
Collin fixed his men with a cold, commanding gaze. “Stay out of this.” Gorman, equally fired up, growled, “Don’t interfere! This is between me and him. Anyone who steps in gets buried!”
The fight intensified with every passing second, each man determined to bring the other down for good.
The tension among the onlookers thickened. If this continued, someone might not walk away.
One was part of the Riley family; the other, the undisputed successor of the Green family.
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