CHAPTER 216
Author: Universeleap
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Brett's massive frame cast a shadow over the parking lot as he flexed his muscles, the fabric of his shirt straining against his enormous chest. The late afternoon sun glinted off his skin, which seemed to have an almost metallic sheen—a testament to the rumors about his bulletproof body.

"Last chance, Sullivan," Brett growled, rolling his shoulders until they cracked like breaking timber. "Kneel down, beg for mercy, and maybe I'll make your death quick."

Jack stood perfectly still, his hands relaxed at his sides, seemingly unbothered by the three-meter giant looming over him. His calm demeanor only seemed to infuriate Brett further.

"Fiona," Jack said casually, turning toward the car where she sat with wide, terrified eyes, "did you bring your ear scoop?"

The question hung in the air like a bizarre joke. Derek Stevens blinked rapidly, certain he had misheard. Even Fiona looked confused, her hand instinctively moving to her purse.

"My... my ear scoop?" she stammered. "I think so, but
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