Brandon sneered inwardly, thinking, "Dude, your biggest mistake was claiming to be Rachel's boyfriend."
"Nonsense!" Brandon exclaimed aloud. "Ms. Carter is like a goddess; she has wealthy suitors lining up for her. I've seen dozens. You? Never."
Matthew frowned. "You can call Rachel to verify."
Brandon's sneer deepened. "Verify, my ass! Quinn wants you beaten up, and there's no fucking way you can escape it," he thought.
Still, he didn't voice out his thoughts. Instead, he shouted, "I've got eagle eyes, and I can tell you're a thief. How dare you try to steal from the Carter residence? I'm going to make sure you regret it!"
With that, he lunged at Matthew.
Matthew's expression turned cold once he realized that reasoning was futile. His frosty eyes locked on Brandon.
Brandon advanced step by step. When he got close enough, he swung a punch at Matthew's temple, shouting, "Caught you, thief!"
Matthew quickly retreated. Something felt off—Brandon had refused to verify with Rachel and attacked immediately.
Matthew backed up until he was against the wall, with nowhere left to go. Brandon seized the chance and swiftly intensified his attack by swinging another punch at Matthew's ear.
A flash of determination crossed Matthew's eyes, and he launched a powerful kick.
With a loud thud, Brandon was sent flying back for over six feet. He landed heavily on the ground with a pained groan.
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