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    “Yes,” Mandy answered, her eyesced with vignce as she scanned the surroundings. The dimming lights made Corrine’s face more visible.


    A cold shiver ran down Mandy’s spine. “Miss Hond, the wind is getting stronger. We should head back.”


    Corrine nodded.


    But before she could take a step, a bullet sliced through the air, aimed directly at her head.


    Corrine’s cheek burned with pain.


    She lifted a hand and brushed her fingers over her skin. When she felt something wet, her eyes darkened, a sharp glint flickering in them. She rubbed her fingertips together. Warm, fresh blood smeared across them.


    Her gaze drifted downward. She took in the broken flowerpot and the bullet buried deep in the edge of the flowerbed.


    Cracks radiated from the impact, sprawling like a spider’s web—a stark reminder of its deadly force.


    If the shot had stayed on course, it wouldn’t have been the flowerpot shattering—it would have been her skull.


    Mandy watched Corrine stiffen. Her eyes narrowed, and for a brief moment, contempt flickered across her face.


    Mandy scoffed inwardly. Corrine was nothing but a pampered richdy. She’d probably never faced real danger in her life. If things got any bloodier, she’d likely pass out right where she stood.


    Taking a steady breath, Mandy pushed down her emotions. Without wasting another second, she surged forward, grabbing Corrine’s arm and focusing on the task at hand. “Miss Hond, I’ll cover you. We need to go. Now.” Protecting Corrine was her duty, after all. If anything happened to Corrine, that failure would be on her shoulders.


    Mandy hadn’t expected their enemies to strike so boldly. Such recklessness meant one thing—they were desperate.


    Tightening her grip, Mandy positioned herself between Corrine and the danger, steering her toward safety.


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    They had barely moved when a bullet hit the ground, so close it could’ve grazed their shoes.


    Corrine froze in ce.


    Mandy wasted no time. She ryed the situation to Saul and the team through her Bluetooth earpiece.


    Corrine’s gaze remained fixed on the bullet in front of her. A 7.62x51mm sniper round—deadly and precise.


    Her eyes flicked toward the Powell family’s office building. A chill settled in them, sharp as a de.


    Meanwhile, inside the restaurant, the drinks had loosened Doug’s tongue. Energized, he animatedly described the intense action he had witnessed at the military skillspetition.


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