Chapter 112
Author: Dorchester
last update2026-01-26 18:45:06

The men burst into laughter the moment Donald said Ivy wouldn’t succumb to their threat.

It wasn’t the kind of laughter born of joy or humor. It was sharp, mocking, cruel—laced with disbelief, as though Donald had just insulted them rather than defied them. The sound filled the room, bouncing off the walls and pressing down on Ivy’s chest like a suffocating weight.

They exchanged glances among themselves, the kind that carried shared amusement and dark understanding, smirks tugging at the corners of their mouths. To them, Donald’s words weren’t brave. They were absurd.

“Did you hear that?” one of them said, tilting his head as he looked Donald up and down, squinting as if trying to decide whether this was a joke. “He’s got a mouth on him.”

Another man let out a short scoff, his lips curling with disdain. “Who is this guy, anyway?” he asked, shaking his head. “Does he even know who he’s talking to?”

Their laughter tapered into low chuckles, confidence radiating from them like a shield.
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