"Sir! Ah-!" Just as Clarice was about to rush to Grant's aid, two loud gunshots suddenly went off right at her feet. The startling explosions made her shriek in alarm and dive under the table, clutching her head like a frightened dog.

Murderous intent filled the air, stifling and unavoidable.

Grant had long considered himself the king of the shadows. He had endured countless challenges, each more treacherous than the last. Yet, an uncontrollable sense of dread seized Grant's heart as this man approached. His fingers clutched the sofa's armrest as the fear of impending death washed over him.

"All of you. Get out!" The man's voice was cold, his gaze locked solely on Grant.

The guests scrambled to their feet in a panic, fleeing like terrified animals.

"Help! Somebody!" Still crouching under the coffee table, Clarice cried out desperately for help, but no one came.

Everyone who could have responded lay injured outside, barely alive.

Suddenly, the man raised his arm and fired again, shattering the coffee table into a cascade of glass shards that rained down on Clarice, slicing her face, legs, and arms and leaving a trail of gruesome, bloody cuts.

Pain shot through her body like lightning. Her scalp prickled and her limbs quivered violently.

frozen stiff with fear. One wrong move and this

The man approached Grant.

brutally kicked in the chest, sending

went pale as he clutched

gun was

finally recognized him, though he had

Master Drew..." Grant

Master Drew' here," the man replied steadily, his grip on the gun unflinching. He pulled off his black mask, revealing his

each word was

trembled uncontrollably as she listened, her heart pounding so hard

had tracked them

spun in terror as she realized their dealings with Justin

done to his wife how they had tormented her what unimaginable revenge would he bring down on

thought of it sent shivers down her spine.

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