Jasper stared at him.
Jerrick glared at him.
Even Julian looked up and gave him a sharp, calculating look.
"So, if you three want to enter the venue to protect Serena," Nicholas said, the faint curve of his lips impossibly elegant and utterly punchable, "you'll just have to swallow your pride and come with me as my personal bodyguards."
Jasper looked at Nicholas's aloof, devastatingly handsome face—a face he desperately wanted to punch—and nearly ground his teeth to dust.
Jerrick's temple throbbed violently, his fists clenching tight.
Even Julian's brow furrowed slightly in quiet displeasure.
One by one, they looked at the black-gold access pass in his hand.
Then they looked back at Nicholas's ridiculously smug face.
Manipulative bastard.
This was a heavily premeditated power move from a manipulative bastard!
However.
They stole a glance at the girl standing beside him, who looked utterly indifferent to the arrangement.
In order to stay by her side and protect her at all times.
In order not to miss her glorious moment of slaughtering the competition in the finals.
The three brothers took a collective deep breath.
Then, sporting expressions darker than the bottom of a charred pot, they swallowed their pride and accepted reality.
Half an hour later.
A highly bizarre scene unfolded inside the penthouse suite of the SK Hotel.
Julian, Jerrick, and Jasper—three terrifyingly powerful men whose individual auras were enough to dominate an entire city on their own.
All three were now dressed in sharp, tailored black suits, wearing dark sunglasses, with communication earpieces tucked into their ears.
They looked like three actual grim reapers.
Jasper stared into the mirror, his face practically turning green with rage. "I am The Obsidian Dark Web's number-one bounty hunter, and I'm acting as his bodyguard?!"
Jerrick scoffed coldly. "Be grateful. At least we get to go inside."



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