"Okay."


    As Juniper nodded and turned to leave, Harold called out again, "Is your maning too?"


    Her man? Juniper paused for a second, then a slight smirk yed on her lips.


    "He is," she replied calmly.


    She admitted it? Jimmie and Harold exchanged a look.


    "Well, that sister is officially spoken for," Harold sighed, standing up. "Time to find the next one."


    "Right," Jimmie said, a smile spreading across his face. "Let''s hope our other sisters haven''t been snatched up by some other scoundrels."


    "Who''s snatching who is still up for debate..." Harold muttered, a wry smile on his face as he organized his materials for the next day. Their sisters were never the type to be trifled with, and Juniper was living proof of that.


    ...


    The next day, at two in the morning, their private jet touched down at an airport in Moralia Country. Felton and Flint led the way with their men, nking Harold in the middle, while Shanley supported a very sleepy Juniper at the rear.


    "Is the hotel secured?" Shanley asked in a low voice once they were in the car, his gaze fixed on the girl nestled against him.


    "Yes, boss. Our team arrived ahead of schedule and confirmed everything is secure," Flint replied respectfully.


    Moralia Country was notoriously chaotic. Given the boss''s sensitive identity as the leader of the Sigma Network, if any of his enemies—especially anyone from Subterra Vanguard—found out he was here, it could spell trouble. They could handle themselves, but now Ms. Payne was with them. She was the boss''s most prized possession, and there could be no idents.


    Because of that, he and Felton had dispatched a team two weeks prior to ensure their security was airtight.


    "Good," Shanley murmured, his attention returning to Juniper. "Go to sleep. I''ll wake you when we get to the hotel."


    From the front passenger seat, Harold nced back at the two of them but said nothing. He had epted the reality of his baby sister being stolen away.


    ...


    Half an hourter, the car arrived at the hotel. A drowsy Juniper followed Shanley out of the car. As they crossed the lobby, her eyes inadvertently caught sight of a familiar man—or rather, a familiar object in the man''s hands.


    Moralia Country was a nation where firearm possession was legal, and this hotel catered to a high-profile clientele. In addition to the hotel''s security, guests often brought their own. But the man before her was clearly not hotel staff. His gun was marked with a distinctive S logot, a logo she had seen firsthand years ago during a firefight with the Sigma Network. Judging by the weapon, he was a high-ranking member.


    What would a high-ranking member be doing in Moralia Country? Could it be that


    the old bastard himself was staying at this very hotel?


    At that thought, Juniper''s gaze turned cial, and she instinctively tightened her grip on Shanley''s hand.


    "What is it?" Shanley sensed the sudden change in her and leaned down.


    "Nothing," Juniper replied coolly, but her eyes had already sharpened into lethal points. That old bastard had been hunting for her for a long time. If he found out she was here there was no telling what kind of madness he would unleash. She didn''t mind if he came after her, but Harold and Shanley were another story.


    Back in their room, Juniper immediately dialed Lue''s number. "Get a team to the hotel. Now."


    "What?" Lue''s wine ss ttered onto a table, her expression instantly turning grave. "Are you saying that your arch nemesis, that old bastard leader of the Sigma Network ? Moralia Country and staying at the same hotel as you?"


    "Yes," Juniper''s face was a mask of ice, her voice frigid. "Let''s find a chance to finish


    him."