Chapter 585
Chapter 585:
But Ethan remained silent, gritting his teeth and refusing to plead. Not a word escaped his lips.
Rosie trembled with rage. How could he choose to endure this pain rather than ask her for help? Her emotions twisted within her—torn between wanting the guards to punish him more and wishing they would finally stop.
Finally, when Ethan lay battered and bruised, unable to move, Edward raised his hand, signaling the guards to stop.
Rosie, clutching her bleeding wound, shot Brenna a venomous glare. Once Edward finished his questioning, she silently vowed to end Brenna’s life with her own hands.
With sheer determination, Ethan pushed himself up from the floor, and Brenna rose beside him, her movements fluid and controlled.
Ethan dismissed Rosie in his mind—a petty nuisance, irrelevant to the real danger. He knew this situation had grown far beyond her capabilities. Rosie simply didn’t have the influence to orchestrate such an elaborate scheme, especially not in Plieca.
“Edward, what is it that you truly want?” Ethan asked, his voice firm despite the pain coursing through his body. He understood that if Edward intended to kill him, he wouldn’t still be breathing.
“I wish to propose a deal,” Edward replied calmly, the rhythmic tapping of his metal cane echoing across the room.
Moments later, a stainless steel medical tray was wheeled in. On it sat a small glass vial filled with a clear liquid, beside a gleaming syringe.
A guard in black stepped forward and grabbed Brenna by the hair, yanking her toward the tray.
Ethan’s heart sank. He could only imagine what was in that vial. His voice turned cold and sharp. “Let her go. If you’re planning to use her to threaten me, I won’t play along p>
Edward remained unfazed, his expression unreadable. With a flick of his fingers, he signaled for the procedure to continue.
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“This is not a negotiation,” he said flatly.
Outside the glass-paneled window behind Edward, two black-clad bodyguards stood guard, spaced two meters apart, weapons at the ready. On the opposite side of the ship, more armed men were stationed—a detail not lost on either Brenna or Ethan. Inside the cabin, four additional guards gripped their firearms, alert and ready to act.
Brenna and Ethan understood that even with exceptional skill, even if they could neutralize all four guards in an instant, Edward would remain the most immediate and dangerous threat.
His right arm was no ordinary limb. It was a marvel of engineering—a mechanical arm Brenna herself had designed. Incredibly flexible and dangerously weaponized, it concealed poison darts and a built-in firearm. A mere tap could trigger the launch of the darts or fire the weapon automatically.
And the metal cane in Edward’s hand was not just for show. Forged from a nearly unbreakable alloy and also crafted by Brenna, the cane housed a hidden blade. With a light press at the top, a razor-sharp edge would spring from the bottom, capable of slicing through steel. It wasn’t as efficient as a gun, but it was no less lethal.