The customers? They were nowhere to be seen. It was clear—Vincent had driven them out without hesitation.

There, in the center of the room, Vincent lounged on a sofa, his gaze cold and unwavering as he watched Brendan enter.

Surveying the wreckage around him, Brendan’s rage exploded as he said, “Vincent, what is this madness? Two of my businesses were destroyed in a single day? How dare you! Do you think I’ll cower before you?”

Though the head of the Adams family had passed, Vincent had risen to take charge, making the key decisions. Still, Vincent’s siblings and cousins were not to be dismissed. If they rallied together, they could easily turn the tide against him.

Vincent’s gaze was coldly fixed on Brendan as he said in a low, menacing tone, “Try to hurt Katelyn again, and I won’t just ruin your businesses—I’ll make sure it’s your skull that shatters next.”

The threat hung in the air, sharp with murderous intent. Not for a moment did Brendan doubt that Vincent was ready to carry out his promise. Brendan’s fists, clenched tightly by his sides, trembled with fury.

“Don’t push me too far!” Brendan shouted.

The thought of losing two major establishments—each costing him billions annually—sent a cold shiver down his spine. If this continued, he would not have enough funds to support the arms trade. Vincent had skillfully seized his weakest point.

With a cruel smile, Vincent replied, “What if I do? Take this as your final warning—there won’t be a second.”

Without another word, he rose and motioned for his men to follow as they left the wrecked building.

Brendan seethed as he watched Vincent’s smug exit, his heart swelling with fury. “Damn you, Katelyn. Damn you, Vincent,” he muttered bitter curses under his breath.

One way or another, they would pay for this—he’d make sure of it.

Josh stared at the chaos around him, his throat tight with anxiety. He couldn’t help but shudder. If he had been here any sooner, he’d be the one lying among the corpses.

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Vincent had guts, that much was clear. He clearly had no regard for making enemies.

Brendan’s gaze swept over the bloodied bodies and the shattered room.

In a fit of rage, he kicked the sofa violently. He cursed angrily. “Vincent, that bastard! Why couldn’t he just vanish? Damn it!”

The impact left him wincing in pain. As the throbbing in his leg subsided, Brendan turned to Josh, his tone hardening as he said, “Clean up this mess. Keep an eye on Vincent’s business. I won’t rest until I take my revenge.”

Despite the fact that Vincent’s actions didn’t make him lose everything, the insult was something Brendan couldn’t simply overlook.

Josh, quickly grasping the intent behind Brendan’s words, gave a firm nod. “Understood, sir!” Without hesitation, he set off to carry out the task at hand.

Just as Brendan’s thoughts began to settle, a woman’s voice echoed from the second floor. “Aren’t you planning to kill him?”

“Who’s there?”

Brendan swiftly turned, his gaze shifting to the second floor.

There, perched casually on the railing, was a woman with an unreadable expression, her eyes fixed on them, unwavering and calm. She appeared completely unaffected by the chaos below, as if it had no bearing on her.

It was none other than Sophia, who had been lurking in the shadows all along. Then she approached Brendan with casual steps.

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