Reginald stepped forward at an unhurried pace, positioning himself squarely between Miranda and Gavin, blocking the latter’s view of her. A faint, careless smile played at the corners of his lips as he spoke in a voice as smooth as silk:“Who I am is of no consequence. What matters is that she is not someone you can lay claim to. She will never be your betrothed—much less your wife. You’d do well to abandon that foolish dream before it humiliates you.”Gavin’s eyes burned with sharp curiosity as he assessed the man who had appeared out of nowhere. Then he said, calmly but with challenge in his tone, “Words are wind. Let your hands speak for you.”With a sudden burst of movement, Gavin leapt forward like a hawk diving from the sky. His hand swept into a palm strike mid-air, his voice ringing out: “If I’m to be accused of wishful thinking, then prove to me you’ve earned the right to say so!”His attack came fast and precise, the air whistling in its wake.“Child’s play,” Reginald replie
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