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125Burning with anger, Darien clenched his fists tightly to restrain himself from lashing out at Ryan. The sight of Ryan's smug smirk only fueled his fury further. As he turned away, he couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal gnawing at him. Cynthia's pleading eyes haunted him, but he couldn't bear to hear any more lies."Darien, what's going on?" Ron's voice cut through the tension as he emerged from their booth, concern etched on his face."Forget it, Ron. I was just meddling where I shouldn't have," Darien replied bitterly, his frustration evident in his tone."Ryan has always been a troublemaker, stirring up trouble wherever he goes. Don't let him get to you," Ron advised, trying to offer some solace."The problem isn't just Ryan, it's Cynthia too," Darien sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. "No matter how hard I try, she's just too stubborn to see reason.""Darien, don't waste your time on one woman. There are plenty out there," Ron said dismissively, a confident smirk
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126The next morning, they met at PC Costa When Darien entered the cafe, he noticed a burly man standing beside Amelia. His bulky muscles rippled under his clothes, and his knuckles were covered with calluses. This man was obviously an experienced fighter."Mr. French, sorry to bother you. I owe you one," Amelia walked up to Darien."It’s all right, I don’t mind helping out a friend in need. Besides, they had even specified my name in the note. I have no other choice," Darien smiled wryly.Amelia's bodyguard had left a ransom note which had Darien's name on it. He was to go with Amelia to save Camilla."Mr. French, let me introduce you toTegan Stavenger, one of the best fighters from the Fairchild family," Amelia pointed toward the man standing in silence."Mr. Stavenger, a pleasure to meet you," Darien nodded in acknowledgement."You’re Darien?" Tegan sized him up. "Was it you who took the men of the Crimson Shadows down?""In a way, yes," Darien nodded again."What do you mean, in
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127Marco's lips curled into a predatory smile, his eyes glittering with malice. "Ah, yes. Camilla," he mused, his tone dripping with mockery. "She's quite the prize, isn't she?"Darien felt a surge of anger rise within him at Marco's callous words. Without a word, he took a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides."Enough games, Marco," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Release her, or face the consequences."Marco's smile widened, his gaze flicking between Darien and Amelia with amusement. "Oh, I intend to release her," he said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "But first, let's see if you're willing to pay the price.""You admit to holding Camilla hostage because she caused a scene at your party?" Amelia's voice quivered with barely contained rage, her fists clenched at her sides.Marco chuckled, his eyes glinting with malice. "Your sister was a nuisance, destroying my property and insulting me in front of my guests. She deserves to be punished for her actions."A
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128But just as the tension reached its peak, Amelia spoke up. "Wait," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Before we agree to anything, I want my sister released."Marco's smirk faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "Very well," he conceded, gesturing for his men to release Camilla.After a few moments, they came back with Camila.As Camilla stepped forward, relief flooded through Amelia. She rushed to her sister's side, wrapping her in a tight embrace."Are you okay?" Amelia asked, her voice filled with concern.Camilla nodded, her expression weary but relieved. "I'm unharmed, sis," she reassured her sister. "It was all a trap, Amelia. I didn't do anything wrong, I have not cause any troubleAmelia's heart sank at the revelation. Marco's cruelty knew no bounds, and she couldn't bear to see her sister caught in the crossfire."Go rest," Amelia urged, guiding Camilla away from the unfolding chaos. "I'll handle this."With Camilla safe, Marco wasted no time in rev
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129The outcome surprised Marco's men, who now saw Tegan's strength and skill firsthand, realizing why he was the Fairchild family's key fighter. The audience, too, was in awe of Tegan's abilities, despite his somewhat cocky demeanor."Looks like the Fairchilds aren't to be underestimated," one of Marco's men muttered, his eyes narrowed in newfound respect for their adversaries.“Who would have expected that Mr. Stavenger was so strong? It’s no wonder he is the key fighter of the Fairchild family!” one of Amelia's men said“With Mr. Stavenger on our side, we will definitely be victorious!” another one replied.The audience was whispering in excitement. They were all in awe of Tegan’s fighting ability. Even though he was a little brash, he did have the abilities to back it up.“Who else wants to fight against me?” Tegan sized up the rest of Marco's men.“This explains why this bitch of Amelia agreed to the match so quickly. She brought in outside help.” Marco scratched his chin in surp
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130As Tegan lay on the ground, writhing in pain, his mind raced with disbelief. He had never experienced defeat like this before, especially not at the hands of someone he had underestimated so gravely. His chest heaved with each labored breath as he struggled to come to terms with what had just transpired.Cobra, now revealed as Baldric Bersk, stood over him with an air of quiet confidence. The shock of the revelation rippled through Tegan's already battered body, sending a chill down his spine. Baldric Bersk was a name whispered in hushed tones among the underground circles, a figure of legend known for his mastery of both combat and poison."You... you're Baldric Bersk?" Tegan stammered, his voice barely a whisper as he stared up at the man who had just defeated him so decisively.Baldric's lips curled into a knowing smirk, his cold grey eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's right, boy," he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "You've heard of me, I see."Tegan nodded weakly,
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131All eyes turned to Darien, who stood tall and defiant amidst the crowd. Camila's heart skipped a beat as she watched him step forward, her breath catching in her throat. "Mr. French, no," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "You can't be serious. You can't possibly stand a chance against Cobra. He's too dangerous!" Gasps filled the air as everyone turned to look at him, astonishment written on their faces.Tegan's brow furrowed in disbelief as he stared at Darien, his expression a mix of concern and disbelief. "Are you out of your mind?" he scoffed, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Cobra will tear you apart in seconds. You're no match for him."But Darien remained resolute, his jaw set in determination. He turned to face Amelia, meeting her gaze with unwavering determination. "I can do this," he insisted, his voice firm and steady. "Trust me."Amelia's heart swelled with pride as she looked at Darien, seeing the fire burning in his eyes. She knew he was strong, but she
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132Suddenly, with a roar of fury, Cobra launched himself at Darien, his movements swift and deadly. Darien dodged and weaved, his reflexes lightning-fast as he fought to stay one step ahead of his opponent.But Cobra was relentless, his attacks coming fast and furious. With each blow, Darien's movements grew more labored, his defenses starting to falter.Camila's hands flew to her mouth in horror as she watched, her eyes wide with fear. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Darien was supposed to win, to prove everyone wrong. But now, it looked like he might not make it out of this alive.Amelia's heart clenched with fear as she watched Darien struggle against Cobra's onslaught. She had believed in him, had trusted that he could emerge victorious. But now, as she watched him being pushed down all hope disappear.Cobra let out a furious roar and charged at Darien with deadly intent. "I'll send you straight to hell!" he screamed.Darien barely dodged Cobra's first blow, feeling the wh