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“What are you doing?” Vivian exclaimed, her anger clear. “We extended an invitation in good faith, and this is your response?”
Brenna, undeterred by their hostility, knew from her tough days in Norview that showing fear now would only invite more trouble. The thugs she had dealt with there were far more intimidating.
Surveying the encroaching crowd, her face set defiantly, Brenna declared, “Upset over this? If you’re going to apologize to me, do it right. I’ll match whatever you drink, but beware-any mischief, and you’ll regret it.”
Brandon applauded and approached Brenna with a sneer. “Impressive courage. We’ll play by your rules, Miss Harper. Consider me intrigued.” While Sylvie and Vivian shot Brandon disapproving looks, they held back their objections.
Yet, they hadn’t abandoned their plan to slip something into Brenna’s drink. Sylvie grabbed another wine glass from the table, noticing Brandon discreetly holding blue powder.
Without hesitation, Sylvie let the blue powder drop into the drink. She swirled it carefully before offering it to Brenna. “This drink is perfectly fine. You should accept our apology and drink it,” she said.
Brenna watched the wine swirl in the glass, noting the faint bubbles inside, aware it had been tampered with. She casually accepted the glass, swirled it, then turned to Sylvie, speaking softly. “You want to apologize to me, right? Do you know what kind of apology I actually want?”
Sylvie scoffed, exchanging a glance with Vivian before they both muttered a half-hearted, “Sorry.”
Brenna’s laughter was tinged with scorn. “That’s it?”
She shook her head. “This isn’t the apology I’m looking for.”
Vivian, frustrated and wiping wine from her face, demanded, “What do you want then?”
“Show real remorse,” Brenna said. “You two can either drink three glasses like the one I have or get on your knees and apologize to me. Choose.”
The onlookers were entertained and stayed out of the matter. Harlan, in particular, grinned, anticipating the unfolding drama.
Sylvie responded furiously, “Are you even interested in our apology? We invited you here sincerely, and you want to insult us?”
Vivian said, “Clearly, you have no interest in forgiving us!”
Brenna remained calm, her expression unchanged. “I don’t think you are sincere. If that’s the case, I’m leaving now,” she said.
As she made to leave, Harlan and Brandon stepped in her path, their demeanors threatening.
Harlan warned, “Think you can just leave? It’s not that simple.”
In a swift motion, Brenna grabbed their arms. Within seconds, both men were on the floor, grimacing in pain.
The color drained from Harlan’s face as he lost all feeling in his arm. Brandon gasped for air, his words coming out through clenched teeth. “Damn it, let me go!” he exclaimed.
Rather than complying, Brenna tightened her grip. A sinister cracking sound filled the room, leaving everyone wondering if something snapped.
Brandon’s scream of pain was chilling.
Pressing her foot against Brandon’s back, Brenna forced another scream from him.
“Just do what she wants!” Brandon’s defiance had turned to desperation, viewing Brenna as a formidable force.
He was now eager only to escape her hold.
Brenna’s actions shocked everyone nearby, leaving them speechless. Stepping in, Vivian said, “Alright, alright. We’ll agree to your terms. Just don’t hurt them any further.”
While saying this, she discreetly sent a secret message on her phone.
Brenna finally let the men go.
Their arms tingled with numbness, each movement sending sharp waves of pain. They glared at Brenna with anger and hatred. Harlan hissed, “You’ll regret this! I’ll make sure of it.”
Brandon was more direct. “The next time we meet, you’ll pay dearly.”
A few other young men and women quickly rushed over to check their injuries.
Brenna turned to Vivian and Sylvie and asked, “Still think I should drink?” Both women shook their heads quickly; they hadn’t expected her to be so skilled in fighting.
After sending the secret message, Vivian tucked her phone away and offered an apologetic smile. “No, we won’t make you drink. Let’s sit down and enjoy ourselves. Since we’re apologizing to you tonight, we should make sure you’re properly entertained.”
Brenna scoffed. “Save it. I’m not interested in wasting any more time here.”
With that, she headed for the exit.
But the doorway was now blocked by seven young men, who defiantly believed they could stop her.
Vivian stepped forward dramatically, positioning herself protectively in front of Brenna, her face twisted with feigned concern. “Really, a group of grown men targeting one woman? Shameful! She might fend off a couple of you, but this is too much. If you overpower her and then assault her, how do you expect her to face anyone afterward?” she said.
The room erupted in laughter.
Brandon sneered. “What a brilliant suggestion. Just what I needed to handle this troublemaker. You think you can defy me, Brenna? Well, you’ve just signed up for a lesson,” he said.
At that moment, a young man with striking blue hair slipped a yellow pill into a wine glass and walked toward Brenna.
Quickly, Brandon pulled Vivian aside.
Feigning panic, Vivian exclaimed to Brenna, “Miss Harper, believe me, I wish I could do more to help you, but they’re out of my control. You’re on your own now.”
Brenna met Vivian’s gaze with cool detachment. “Miss Morrison, for such a feeble apology, expect nothing less than twice the trouble from me.”
Dropping her pretense, Vivian snapped coldly, “Oh, is that so? You’re in a tough spot now, yet you still talk big? I’ve already called for backup. Trust me, they’ll make sure you’re well ‘looked after.'”