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Everly immediately recoiled when Damien sniffed her. Her face, a mixture of shock and disgust. "What the fuck!"

 

Ivan promptly grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him as he shot a menacing glare at Damien. Without warning, he gripped him by the hair and forcefully slammed him onto the floor. "You seem to be asking for death so badly. Very well then, I'll give it to you," he growled as he pulled Damien up to face him.

 

"Let go of him, or we will open fire!" one of Damien's men threatened, but Ivan paid him no heed, his focus fixed on Damien. Just as he was about to strike, three warning shots pierced the tense air, briefly halting his fist. "Get your hands off him, or we will not hesitate to shoot."

 

On the other hand, Ania couldn't help but laugh. "Dear me, were you bluffing about killing us? You're all bark and no bite," she scoffed, rolling her eyes in disdain.