"You dare?" Brian was the first to lose his composure.

"Anna, don't forget, I have those... pictures of you. Aren't you afraid I'll..."


"Is that so?" I sneered. "What exactly do you have?"

Brian immediately checked his phone, his expression quickly morphing to shock.

Brandon glanced at the screen, his expression easing slightly as he asked in an odd tone:


"You're gay?"

But quickly his face darkened again as another thought struck him.


Brian looked on the verge of a breakdown.

"I'm not!"

"I definitely took pictures of Anna..."

Brandon's expression became thunderous.

"You did WHAT?"

He swung his fist directly at Brian's face.

Brian staggered backward from the brutal impact, slamming into the wall.

He covered his face, blood seeping between his fingers.

But he recovered quickly, lunging back to land a solid blow on Brandon.

"It's all your fault! Anna loves ME! She promised herself to me—why did you have to interfere!"

Brandon's expression turned dangerous.

He slowly wiped blood from his lip and grabbed my arm, dragging me toward the door.

"Anna, you're coming home with me."

"Let go of me!" I wrenched my arm free.

Brian tried to intervene, but bodyguards rushed in and restrained him.

Brandon ignored my protests, picked me up bodily, and carried me to his car.

He stared at me, emphasizing each word.

"Anna, I said I do not consent to this divorce."

"Even if you walk away with nothing, it's still not happening."