Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Paxton's words were spoken with unmistakable sincerity. Still, Orla shook her

head slightly, her voice flat as she replied, "There's no need for me to lie to you. It's the truth, and as for this marriage contract, I think it's best to put the matter to rest. If you're seeking compensation, feel free to let me know."

Her tone was gentle, without a trace of harshness.

After all, Paxton's father and her own had been sworn brothers. Even if she had no desire to marry Paxton, she owed it to their fathers' bond to reject him with kindness.

At that moment, Brennan rose from his seat once more, his eyes fixed on Orla. "Governor, Mr. Whitmoor is one of the Viper Crew's appointed Inspector Generals in the West Montiria Islands—a position of considerable power and influence. If the two of you were to marry, Ore Island would undoubtedly prosper even more quickly. Please, I urge you to reconsider."

With that, Brennan fell to his knees, bowing deeply as if pleading for the future of the island.

Orla's smile faded as her gaze turned cold. "Mr. Dallinger, do you understand the implications of what you're saying? Should I interpret this as... an act of coercion?"

Her final words carried an unmistakable weight, and the air around them seemed to tighten as several guards appeared silently around the perimeter of the main hall.

Brennan's expression shifted slightly, though he quickly lowered his head. "I would never dare, Governor."

Orla's lips curled into a cold smile. "Never dare? I think you dare quite a bit." Brennan's face darkened as anger and ambition flickered in his eyes. Lifting his gaze to meet Orla's directly, he no longer bothered to conceal his intentions.

"If you refuse to reconsider, I will have no choice but to act in the island's best interest. I'll eliminate those who have misguided you. And to be honest, Governor, I have 5,000 well-armed men stationed outside the Governor's Keep. All it takes is one command, and they will storm this place."

Brennan rose to his feet, standing tall and defiant, his eyes locked onto Orla's with none of the deference he had once shown her.

Beside him, Paxton also stood, stepping forward with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Come now, Orla, there's no need for all this unpleasantness. If you marry me, I can guarantee that the Viper Crew on this island will swear loyalty to you."

His gaze lingered hungrily on Orla, his thoughts turning dark and possessive.

Who knows how many men this wh*re has been with?!

The thought of soon having her delicate body entirely at his mercy made Paxton's mouth dry with anticipation.

"Protect the Governor!"

The guards flanking the hall moved instantly, placing themselves in front of Orla with their firearms raised, the dark muzzles aimed directly at Brennan and Paxton.

"If any of you dare fire those guns, your families the elderly, women, and children—will all be buried alive without mercy!" Brennan's voice rang out cold and sharp as his eyes swept over the guards.

The tension in the hall reached a breaking point. Seeing that the situation had escalated to this point, Brennan no longer bothered with pretense. A sneer twisted his lips as he looked toward Orla.

"My dear Governor, the trust you've

placed in me over the years has allowed me to cultivate quite the private army. And whether or not you consent to this marriage, we will see it through. By tomorrow, you'll be nothing more than a

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figurehead-no longer a fuler but a wife."

As he spoke, a sinister smile curved his lips. "Oh, by the way... I suppose you don't know the truth about your

brother, Olexar. I was the one who arranged for him to be poisoned with a mind-corrupting

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toxin-reducing him to nothing more than a fool who can only call out for his sister. Hahaha!" noveldrama

Brennan's laughter echoed through the hall, brimming with the confidence of a

man who believed victory was already in his grasp.

"You... You b*stard!"