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    Daniel and his crew didn’t need to be told twice—they bolted like frightened prey.


    Adah’s voice rang out after them,ughter bubbling up. “You losers better rebrand! Phantom Mercenaries? Please. Try the Pinky-Less Posse!” Not one of them dared to nce back. They vanished like shadows at sunset.


    After watching Daniel’s crew disappear, Elliana finally let her eyes drift elsewhere.


    Myles, Aron, and Hugh turned their gaze to Jason, all of them silently wondering how he felt about being spared thanks to a woman’s very public interest.


    Jason, thinking fast, mped his eyes shut and yed dead. Faced with Death Thorn’s sudden deration of her feelings, he had no idea how to handle it—and no interest in figuring it out on the spot.


    Meanwhile, Elliana never even looked in his direction. Assuming he was unconscious throughout the whole ordeal, she didn’t suspect a thing. After onest nce at Myles, Aron, and Hugh, she spun on her heel and stepped onto the ne without another word.


    Elliana had stared down the operatives from Phantom Mercenaries with a devil-may-care grin, radiating defiance—but beneath that facade, anxiety gnawed at her over Cole’s condition. Once she was inside the ne, she sprang into action, seizing his wrist to check for a pulse and hastily undoing his shirt to examine the bleeding wound on his chest.


    Once Elliana finished her inspection, worry washed over her features like a crashing tide. Cole looked rough. Blood poured from a deep gash, soaking through the fabric without slowing down. Without quick treatment, he could be in serious danger. With Cole’s state, even if the Phantom Mercenaries operatives hadn’t tried to finish him off, just stalling could’ve been enough to let him bleed out.


    Thankfully, she had gotten here in the nick of time. She couldn’t operate here, but her medical knowledge would at least buy him a little more time. She rifled through her pack, snatched up a small white pill, and slipped it between his lips.


    A thousand thoughts collided in her mind, each one more frantic than thest. Just who in the world had managed to harm him this badly? What had really transpired?


    Still, now wasn’t the moment to dwell on all these questions. Saving Cole was the top priority. She needed to get him back to Ublento for treatment—fast.


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    With determination tightening her jaw, Elliana’s eyes darted toward the cockpit.


    The captain was visibly struggling, caught in a battle against a malfunction that threatened them all.


    Elliana pushed to her feet and strode forward.


    Earlier, even in the face of the threats from Phantom Mercenaries operatives, the captain had racked his mind on how to fix the ne. Trained by the Evans family, the captain wasn’t just dedicated—he was unwavering in his loyalty andposure.


    Stepping into the cockpit, Elliana took in the sight of the captain holding two frayed, broken wires.


    “Is it unfixable?” Elliana asked, her voice slicing through the tense silence.


    The captain jolted, startled by her sudden presence. Eyes wide with surprise, he nced at Elliana and replied, “The wires are toast. I can’t patch them back together. We’re not going anywhere.”


    Instead of wasting time with words, Elliana stepped forward, gently eased the captain aside, and dropped into the seat without hesitation to assess the damage.


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