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She strained her ears, listening intently for any sign of movement from Brenna. Only when silence met her did
she finally exhale, the tension in her chest loosening. She had narrowly slipped through death's fingers today.
Brenna’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “You thought you could schagainst me? This is the price.”
Certain of Tina's demise, Brenna recalled the torment Tina had orchestrated for her. She had never intended to
let Tina live.
Ernst looked at Brenna. “Your aim is uncanny. When did you master such a skill?”
He was swept by a wave of sympathy. Brenna was so delicate yet unmistakably adept with firearms. What kind
of experience could have forged such a contrast?
“I learned it in Norview,” Brenna replied softly, her eyes scanning the lifeless bodies around them. The situation
had spiraled beyond control.
Sensing her thoughts, Ernst reassured her, “You should go. I'll clean up this mess. The authorities won't come
knocking.” Brenna gave a faint nod.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Who was that you just shot?” Ernst asked.
“Tina,” Brenna answered honestly. “Rosie was here, too, but she escaped.” Ernst’s brow furrowed. Tina, Jayceon’s
half-sister, posed a complication. Her death at Brenna’s hands could stir trouble.
But he was already thinking about a plan. Neither Tina's death nor tonight's bloodshed would trace back to
Brenna.
“Handling this will be tricky, but don’t worry,” he said. “I'll take care of this. You can leave.”
“Okay. What about my car?” Brenna asked.
Ernst walked to her car, noting the numerous bullet marks. He finally understood why Brenna had needed to
eliminate all those people.
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“Our family has got our own repair shop,” Ernst said. “Fixing this will be a breeze.” Near the bullet-riddled car lay
Judy's lifeless body. Ernst recognized her easily. Brenna slid into Ernst’s car and sped off into the night.
Ernst, unfazed, retrieved his phone and dialed a number with calm precision. “Your sister is with me,” he said
coolly. “If you want her breathing, be here in ten minutes. Calone, unarmed.”
As Brenna savored her breakfast the next morning, her phone buzzed with a news alert: a brutal gang clash in
the western suburbs had claimed thirty-seven lives.
A faint smile curved her lips as she forwarded the article to Ernst, who was seated across the table.
“Your handiwork?” she asked lightly.
Ernst shrugged, his tone nonchalant. “I had help. The Mendoza siblings, especially Clive, have made plenty of
enemies. The police have been itching to take him down. We are doing a public service, so do not worry. But
there is one thing...”
Brenna’s gaze met Ernst’s. “What is it?”
“Tina is alive. | couldn't find her body. Rosie slipped away, too.” Ernst took a few more bites before adding, “I
checked Tina's place last night. She didn’t dare go home. But neither she nor Rosie will likely breathe a word of
this to anyone. If they talk, they would only entangle themselves in the mess.”
Shepard let out a sharp snort. “Rosie has been buying up the Harper Group shares behind my back. | know
exactly what she’s been doing. Take every share away from her. Leave her with nothing, then give Brenna the
shares. She’s used my money for years while targeting my daughter. Does she really think I'll just stand by and
let her do that?”
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