?


    Hearing Damon''s words, N finally rxed. "Alright."


    Meanwhile, Brandon''s expression remained cold as he hung up, stood, and walked out the door.


    He arrived at the bar 20 minutester.


    Vrie was seated at the bar, downing drink after drink.


    A few men eyed her, but none made a move.


    Brandon approached her, snatched the ss from her hand, and said softly, "I''m taking you home."


    Already drunk, Vrie looked up and burst intoughter when she saw him. "How can you be here too? This is so funny!"


    Upon seeing that she didn''t even recognize him, Brandon''s expression darkened. He grabbed her wrist and started pulling her toward the door.


    Drunk and slow to react, Vrie nearly stumbled as he yanked her along.


    Just then, another hand grabbed her other wrist.


    Brandon stopped and turned around.


    Standing behind them was Tom, holding onto Vrie''s other hand.


    Brandon''s expression turned icy, a chill seeming to settle over him.


    "Let go of her!" he barked.


    Tom didn''t seem to care about the anger in Brandon''s eyes. He merely stared back, his face expressionless. "You don''t have the right to give me orders."


    "Vrie is my girlfriend. Aren''t you worried people might misunderstand, seeing you holding her hand so openly?" Brandon asked.


    Tom smirked. "Why should I care? I''ve always had intentions with her. I came back this time to get back together with her."


    Brandon tightened his grip on Vrie''s hand without thinking, his face darkening further.


    A few curious onlookers recognized them and immediately began taking photos with their phones.


    "Mr. Genge, you really are pushing


    the limits of shamelessness. No matter how much you try to


    interfere, Vrie will never give you another chance," Brandon said.


    Tom wasn''t bothered by the provocation. To him, Brandon was still too inexperienced. A man in his 20s might be passionate, but he was also naive, unaware that being in a rtionship was a game of strategy.


    The key was understanding the other person''s psyche, knowing when they needed something most, and slowly weaving one''s way into their life.


    At this point, Brandon had no leverage over Vrie. He couldn''t help her with the Updikes or the Weir Group.


    "Whether or not she gives me a chance is not up to you," Tom said.


    Their eyes locked, and the air between them crackled with tension.


    The crowd quickly backed away, forming a sort of buffer zone between the two men.


    Just as the atmosphere was about to reach a boiling point, Vrie suddenly jerked her hands free from both men and staggered toward the door.


    Brandon rushed to catch her. "Vrie..."


    Vrie looked up at him, her vision


    blurry. She saw two Brandons in front of her and mumbled, "One is already annoying enough. If there were two... I''d be dead from O annoyance."


    Brandon was rendered speechless.


    Tom stepped forward, attempting to pull Vrie from Brandon''s arms. Before he could touch her, she pped his hand away.


    "Ugly freak! Stay away from me!" she cried.


    Tom froze, staring at her with darkened eyes. "What did you just say?"