“Taylor!” Cole bellowed, his voice bouncing off the canyon walls.

Only echoes replied.

Elliana, her pregnancy costing her crucial seconds, reached the edge just after Cole. She stood beside Cole, peering into the endless void, her heart twisting with unbearable pain.

She had never imagined Michael could embrace such complete ruthlessness. His offer to exchange Cole’s life for Taylor’s had been nothing but savage theater. He had always planned for all of them to perish on this cliff tonight.

Cole stared down into the endless black void below, his eyes wild with rage and grief. His hands scraped desperately against the rocky edge, his chest tight with a pain so sharp it felt like his heart might stop beating. He had failed in his most sacred duty as the Evans family head. He was supposed to protect the family members, but instead, he had been forced to watch helplessly as Taylor plummeted from the cliff like discarded trash. The drop below was a graveyard. Nobody could survive that fall.

“Michael!” Cole snarled the name through gritted teeth, his burning gaze shifting to the phone screen. “I swear on my life that every single one of you bastards will pay for this!”

Without warning, Cole exploded into action. He went straight for the scar-faced man.

Cole moved with deadly speed. Even though the scar-faced man had been preparing for a fight, he couldn’t react fast enough before Cole’s iron grip locked around his throat.

The sound of breaking bone echoed across the clifftop like a gunshot. The scar-faced man never got the chance to scream. His neck twisted with a wet snap, and Cole released him without emotion, watching his lifeless body drop to the ground.

The entire attack lasted only seconds. None of the black-clad figures had expected their leader — a seasoned killer who could hold his own against almost anyone — to be destroyed so effortlessly. The scar-faced man had been their strongest fighter, the one they all looked up to, yet in Cole’s hands, he had been as helpless as a child.

The remaining black-clad figures backed away in pure terror. Not one of them had imagined that Cole possessed this kind of lethal skill.

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Far away from the clifftop, Miguel watched everything unfold through the camera feed, and his wine glass exploded in his tightening fist. He had always known that Cole was a business genius who excelled at everything he touched — but he had never dreamed that Cole’s combat abilities were this devastating. The scar-faced man had been one of his personally trained assassins, yet Cole had eliminated the scar-faced man like he was swatting a fly.

Miguel knew that without the scar-faced man, the rest of the men were just lambs for the slaughter. If Cole managed to capture and question them, and they broke under pressure and revealed his secrets, the fallout would destroy everything.

Miguel’s eyes turned to ice. He barked a harsh command into his phone. “All of you — jump now! And leave nothing behind!”

Cole was preparing to tear through the remaining black-clad figures one by one, but before he could strike again, they all lost their minds and began hurling themselves off the cliff. They took everything with them as they fell — the scar-faced man’s corpse, the phone that had been recording everything, and even the helicopter that had been waiting nearby.

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