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Oliver's sharp eyes flicked toward Daxton before returning to Kristopher. “And Mr. Garcia?”
“I'll escort him hand head back myself,” Kristopher replied curtly.
“Understood,” Oliver said with a slight bow before turning to Carrie. “Mrs. Norris, this way, please.” Carrie said a
quick goodbye to Daxton and followed Oliver toward the car.
Through the corridor window, Kristopher waited until he saw Carrie step into the vehicle and watched it drive off
into the distance. Only then did he turn back to Daxton, his demeanor shifting instantly. “What exactly are you
trying to pull here?”
Kristopher’s voice was sharp, like the crack of a whip, every trace of warmth completely gone from his
expression.
“What are you accusingof now?” Daxton raised his injured hand slightly, offering a faint, lopsided smile. “I'm
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“Don’t play the innocent act with me,” Kristopher shot back. His tone was biting, his dark eyes narrowed. “Only
Carrie falls for your nice-guy routine. With you, not making things worse for everyone else counts as doing
good.”
Daxton let his hand drop, his posture relaxed. “If you don’t believe me, that’s on you.”
Kristopher’s frustration boiled over. Without warning, he swung his fist, landing a hard punch squarely on
Daxton’s jaw. The impact sent Daxton sprawling to the floor.
Propping himself up on one knee, Daxton wiped the corner of his mouth, smearing blood across his hand. His
pale face remained expressionless, but his deep eyes gleamed with amusement. “You've still got quite the
temper. What do you think Carrie would say if she saw this scene?”
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Kristopher stepped closer, grabbed Daxton by the collar, and hauled him to his feet. He landed another punch,
harder this time, sending Daxton’s head snapping to the side. “What’s your plan, huh?” Kristopher growled, his
voice low and dangerous. “Do you actually care about her, or are you just trying to drag her down to hell with
you?”
Daxton and Kristopher exchanged a brief, intense stare before both cracked a smile.
Daxton tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood with a grimace.
In the blink of an eye, a deadly spark lit up his gaze as his fist shot toward Kristopher. The punch was aimed
straight at Kristopher’s temple. Every move Daxton made was a calculated threat.
Kristopher, however, was quicker. As soon as Daxton swung his arm, Kristopher let go of his collar and smoothly
dodged the punch. Daxton’s fist collided with Kristopher’s arm instead. The force of the punch was intense—few
would have been able to endure it, even if it only landed on their arm.
Kristopher rose to his feet with ease, casually brushing off nonexistent dust from his clothes, his movements
smooth and controlled.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDaxton wasn’t caught off guard; he knew just how capable Kristopher was. Mercenaries across the world
whispered about him in fear. Today, Daxton saw it with his own eyes.
Daxton stood as well, regaining his usual refined and collected demeanor as though the altercation had never
happened. With a smirk, Daxton eyed Kristopher and remarked, “Your hands aren’t so clean either. They call you
the devil incarnate; your world must be one hell of a place.”
Kristopher shot him a frosty look. “Don’t putin the scategory as you. | have a code, boundaries | don’t
cross.”
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