Katelyn was the one who stormed into the room. Her gaze locked onto Vincent. “Mr. Adams,” she said firmly, “don’t give him what he wants.” As she spoke, she gave a slight shake of her head.

Just minutes earlier, in the office next door, she had disabled Holden’s so-called cloud-controlled bombs, hacking directly into his system.

Now, the remote in his hand was nothing more than a useless piece of plastic, powerless to cause any damage. She kept that information to herself, but she was certain Vincent would understand the hidden message.

Vincent’s eyes darkened briefly with doubt, but when Katelyn shot him a quick wink, everything clicked into place for him.

Meanwhile, Jaxen, standing nearby, was lost in confusion. What were they silently communicating, and why couldn’t he make any sense of it?

Katelyn’s sudden arrival only heightened the fear already spreading among the anxious shareholders.

One of them clenched his teeth and shouted, “If you’re determined to die, don’t bring us down with you! I just want to live, even if it means losing everything I have.”

Another quickly joined in. “Mr. Adams, this is your family’s problem. Are you really going to risk all of our lives over it?”

The shareholders piled on, trying to make Vincent feel guilty. But his cold, distant stare passed over them like they were invisible.

From the very beginning, Vincent had relied on Holden’s fear, betting that he wouldn’t have the courage to press the button. Now, with the information Katelyn had provided, Vincent’s confidence only grew.

The real threat had disappeared. All that was left was to end this once and for all.

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“Take a good look!” Holden sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “It’s Vincent who’s sending you all to your deaths. He can’t even agree to this small demand. To him, you’re worth less than the dirt on his shoes.”

Vincent didn’t flinch. Without a word, he began walking toward Holden.

As Holden’s smug voice faded, Vincent moved swiftly, landing a solid punch directly to his face.

Holden staggered back, his face contorting in pain as blood steadily dripped from his nose, a stark contrast against the ground.

“Vincent! Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Holden roared, fury flashing in his eyes as he charged forward, fist pulled back for a retaliatory strike. Jaxen tensed, ready to intervene, but Vincent raised a hand, stopping him.

Vincent calmly cracked his knuckles, the sharp sound cutting through the air. His cold, unwavering stare remained fixed on Holden.

“I’ve got this,” he said, his voice calm.

He had often wondered what kind of son his father had secretly raised all these years. Now, he would finally get an answer.

Both men swung at the same time, fists flying toward each other. When they collided, Vincent stood firm, not budging an inch, while Holden stumbled back, nearly losing his balance.

Holden’s hands trembled with rage as he glared at Vincent, his fury barely contained.

“You really must have a death wish,” Holden snarled.

To Vincent, though, Holden was just another fool. He had faced death before and wasn’t afraid of it; with the blood on his hands, there was no reason to hold back now. He locked eyes with Holden, daring him to try again.

Vincent’s expression twisted with disgust as he looked down at Holden, as if simply being in his presence was a chore.

From the start, he had never considered Holden worth his time. In Vincent’s eyes, Holden was far from being a rival.

“You’re nothing but a coward and a failure,” Vincent said, his voice calm but cutting through the air like a blade, each word striking at Holden’s pride.

“You should be thankful that man spared you back then. If not, someone as worthless as you would have died in that cage the moment you stepped into it,” he added, his words sinking deep.

The world was brutal, and Vincent had learned that early. With Holden’s lack of skill and capability, he was always destined to remain at the bottom.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!” Holden screamed, dragging himself to his feet, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

But before he could get close, Vincent’s foot slammed into his chest, sending him flying backward.

Holden hit the ground hard, blood spurting from his mouth as he struggled to catch his breath.

Katelyn watched in horror, her stomach churning. The kick had done serious damage; Holden’s heart was likely injured. Even if he received immediate help, there would be long-term consequences.

Holden’s greatest mistake had been challenging Vincent.

Vincent was superior to him in every way—in skill, intelligence, and strength.

Now too weak to move, Holden lay there, his hatred intensifying. His eyes locked onto the remote in his hand, and he spat out, “Then we’ll all die together!” His finger hovered over the button, while the shareholders trembled, huddled together in fear.

The weight of impending death hung heavily in the air, thick and suffocating.

Holden’s face hardened with resolve, and without hesitation, he pressed the button.

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