"You should know," Frank sneered, trying to mask his unease, "the bodyguards of the Edwards family are all retired mercenaries. A small fry like you wouldn't stand a chance. They could take out a dozen people with a single punch."
However, despite his bravado, the room remained eerily quiet. No footsteps, no reinforcements.
Frank's expression darkened, and a flicker of unease crept into his heart.
He fixed his gaze on Whitney, his brows furrowing as he demanded, "What the h*ll did you do? Why haven't our bodyguards shown up yet?"
Whitney let out a low, cold laugh. "You think those weaklings could stop me? What a joke!"
Before Frank could respond, Whitney struck without hesitation. His fist connected with Frank's face in a brutal, lightning-fast motion. Frank didn't even have time to d
