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    Wesley’s smirk was icy, cutting through the tension. “If you’re scared, turn around and leave.”


    Charlette straightened, her resolve hardening as she fell in step behind him. Wesley had once saved her life, and she had vowed her loyalty to him without a second thought.


    Downstairs, a sleek car waited quietly at the curb. Wesley slid into the back seat while Charlette took the wheel, her hands steady despite her nerves.


    Peering into the rearview mirror, she asked, “Where to, Mr. Spencer?”


    “Naven Port,” he replied curtly.


    Charlette’s eyes briefly shed with apprehension, but she said nothing. They knew Earle was smuggling arms, and tonight, a major transaction was happening at Naven Port.


    Upon their arrival, Charlette scanned the area and reported, “There are at least twenty people out there, all heavily armed.”


    Wesley remained silent as he retrieved an AK rifle from the trunk, efficiently assembling it with practiced ease. He casually tossed a pistol to Charlette, his movements deliberate.


    Rifle in hand, he strode back to the car, his gaze steely.


    “There’s a small path on the right,” Wesley instructed, his voice low and steady. “You know what to do?”


    “I do,” Charlette replied, her tone resolute. Having served under Wesley for nearly a decade, she was intimately familiar with his methods and expectations.


    As Earle’s men inspected the goods, a car suddenly surged forward.


    A loud bang cut through the air as Wesley, without a hint of emotion, raised his rifle and fired. Before one of the men could even register the threat, a bullet pierced his skull, leaving no time to react. Wesley’s expression remained impassive, his rifle already trained on the next target.


    The opponents retaliated immediately, bullets slicing through the air. Gunfire echoed across the area as a fierce firefight erupted. Wesley’s shooting was chillingly precise, each shot finding its mark with deadly uracy.


    Meanwhile, Charlette maneuvered the car with one hand, using the other to shoot at any enemies who dared approach. Together, they decimated Earle’s men, leaving none standing. As thest of the gunfire faded, they escaped down the small path Wesley had indicated. The entire skirmish was over in less than ten minutes.


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    Charlette’s heart pounded, a heady rush of adrenaline surging through her veins. Wesley had shown exactly why he was so feared for his prowess.


    With a fluid motion, Wesley discarded his rifle, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it, every movement imbued with effortless grace. As he exhaled, smoke wreathed around his sharply defined features, softening the rugged contours of his face. He leaned back against the jeep, exuding a rxed yet undeniablymanding presence.


    Through the rearview mirror, Charlette stole a nce at him, her eyes lingering a moment too long on his striking profile. A twinge of admiration hit her—he was incredibly handsome. Wesley’s nonchnt gaze met hers in the mirror, and Charlette’s heart fluttered before she quickly looked away, chastising herself. She had to stay focused—nothing mattered more than getting out alive.


    Contrary to her expectations, Wesley seemed eager to leave. “Have the embassy dispatch another helicopter,” he ordered abruptly, his tone urgent. “We’re heading back tonight.” Charlette frowned, puzzled by his sudden haste. What pressing matter awaited him back in the?


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