Chapter 428
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Brenna’s gaze was sharp. “You’ve created every crisis she has had to endure. Now, just as she has found some peace, you show up to ruin it once more? What right do you have to be in her life again? She said to me that it was only Patrick’s requests for his father that made her come back to the country. If it hadn’t been for his pleas, she would have cut you off entirely.”
Jayceon flinched, his guilt clearly showing. “I know it’s my fault. But I can change. Don’t I deserve the chance to fix things?”
Brenna let out a cold chuckle. “You want a chance? She already gave you one before, but you came here with another woman. You’ve lost any right to another chance.”
Brenna’s words left Jayceon speechless against the unyielding truth.
With a disdainful glance thrown at Jayceon, Brenna redirected her focus to grilling skewers alongside Ethan.
Announcing a brief departure, Brenna said to Ethan, “I’m off to the restroom.” She handed him the skewers, grabbed her purse, and headed inside the yacht. Viper watched her walk away for a moment before quietly slipping away to follow her.
Ethan noticed Viper’s movement and spoke quietly into a hidden microphone. “You’ve got company. Stay sharp.”
Once inside the yacht, Brenna quickly surveyed the luxurious bathroom and then ensured her privacy by locking the door with a decisive click.
She took a defensive stance, halting as she heard footsteps approach quietly from outside. Her fingers brushed against the concealed weapons strapped to her thigh—a small pistol and a dagger.
She believed the locked door should have been enough to ensure her safety.
However, the sound of a key turning in the lock shattered that sense of security. Brenna’s breath hitched. She hadn’t expected anyone to have keys to the restroom. This was so creepy.
The door creaked open with cold precision as Viper stepped inside, closing and locking it behind him.
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙖𝙩: ⲅ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗺
Brenna kept one hand hidden as she faced him. “I think you’re lost,” she said, her tone deadly calm. “This is the women’s restroom.”
Viper’s smile broadened. “There’s no mistake here, sweetheart. I’m exactly where I need to be,” he said confidently.
He smirked and looked her over slowly. His gaze was filled with dark intentions. “Just curious why Mr. Mitchell is so obsessed with you,” said Viper as he advanced slowly towards Brenna, eyeing her cautious stance.
Aware of her reputation for combat, he recalled that not even Jay’s toughest men could defeat her. He knew she was not easy to deal with.
Yet, he was unfazed, confident in his superior gunmanship—quick and deadly.
Brenna remained motionless against the wall as she said casually, “So what?”
Viper held his weapon out with confidence. “Drop the knife. A bullet moves faster than any blade. If you have any sense, take off your clothes.”
In response, Brenna revealed her concealed pistol.
“A gun?” Viper’s voice wavered. He was clearly surprised.
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