“You can’t beat them, Abel.”A low, magnetic voice cut through the air.Briella’s eyelashes fluttered faintly, but she kept her eyes half-lidded, unreadable.Abel instinctively turned and bowed. “Sir, you’re here.”Then he blinked, suddenly aware. “Why do you say that? Sir, I’m not that weak, am I?”Philip, who’d followed closely behind, echoed in confusion, “Exactly! Bro, Abel can definitely handle a few bodyguards.”Diego’s gaze drifted lazily across Briella’s profile. A subtle smile tugged at his lips, softening his usually cold features.He idly fiddled with the long gold chain hanging from his glasses—it had been damaged last time, but was now perfectly restored.Dressed in a black shirt, he exuded an overwhelming, ascetic charm.His words came slow and deliberate: “Oh? If you’re sure you can take on
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