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Sarah Vance stared at Julian Thorne with icy eyes. She took a strategic step back, her lips parting to deliver a ruthless command: "Get him!"

At her word, two hulking bodyguards—fists the size of sandbags—charged forward. They were fueled by a need for vengeance, determined to crush the man who had just humiliated their comrades.

Ten seconds later, the hallway was filled with wailing