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    Cyn immediately raised his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay! I was just messing around.”


    Trying to lighten the mood, Cyn added quickly, “What do you want to know, El? I’ll spill everything I’ve got.”


    Without hesitation, Elena asked, “Cyn, who’s got the skill to go head-to-head with Scarface?”


    Cyn didn’t hesitate. “Nightshade. He’s at the top of the food chain when ites to assassins. If he takes the job, Scarface won’t get close.”


    Elena replied, “Think you can make contact with him?”


    Cyn responded with a sigh. “Guy’s been off the radar for five years. Doubt he’s hurting for cash. Convincing him to take a job? That’s a long shot.”


    Unexpectedly, SecondBest chimed in, “Looking to hire him? I’ve got a way to reach out.”


    That unexpected offer made Elena arch an eyebrow. “I’m offering eighty billion to keep someone safe.”


    The chat thread erupted like fireworks. Everyone knew Elena had money—being the world’s top hacker came with perks—but eighty billion? That was next level.


    Cyn didn’t miss a beat. “El, I swear, I’ll devote my life to you! Let me be your number one fan!”


    Avo interjected, “Shut it. One more dumbment and you’re out of this channel.”


    Cyn shot a crying emoji, trying to salvage some dignity.


    Even SecondBest, no stranger to wealth and influence, was momentarily stunned by Elena’s offer. That kind of money could rival the budgets of powerful corporations. Yet, she threw it around like it was nothing.


    On the table for a single mission, it became clear that Elena wasn’t just elite—she was in a league of her own.


    A message from SecondBest popped up. “I’ll get in touch with Nightshade. If he’s on board, he’ll reach out to you directly.”


    Elena replied, “Appreciate it.”


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    Not long after, Wesley received a task request in his inbox. The name attached to the request stirred a memory—an old client he hadn’t heard from in over seven years was back, dangling an eighty billion bounty. Years ago, he might’ve entertained the job out of curiosity or just for the thrill. But now, he didn’t even pause before rejecting the offer. Flying across continents for hired kills no longer had a ce in his life.


    The moment Elena stepped into view, descending the staircase with effortless grace, the hardened edge in Wesley’s expression softened like snow in the sun. His schedule no longer held targets or intel—just the urgent task of making her fall for him.


    Just as Lydia ended the call, a knock echoed against her office door.


    A voice followed quickly. “Captain Hunt, someone’s asking to see you.”


    Lydia lifted an eyebrow. With barely any connections in the, who woulde looking for her at the National Security Bureau of all ces? “Alright,” she said with a nod.


    She reached for her ck coat and slipped it on before heading into the hallway. She hadn’t gone far—just a few steps—when someone stepped out of a meeting room, nearly colliding with her as she approached the elevators. Standing in front of her was Ethan, looking like he’d just walked out of another long briefing.


    As the director of the National Security Bureau, Ethan rarely had a spare moment. They worked in the same building, but she barely ever saw him face-to-face.


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