Chapter 1286
Serena’s voice was perfectly calm. “Captain of Drake Hunter p>
Jerrick was clearly taken aback.
This was his highly classified, encrypted private line.
He frowned deeply. “Captain Lancaster. How did you get this number p>
Serena’s tone remained cool and entirely unapologetic. “Aren’t you the official personal security detail assigned to me? Why shouldn’t I have your contact info p>
Jerrick paused. Do you need something p>
He had just left with the flash drive she’d tossed him, planning to head back to base and decode its contents.
He had barely been driving for five minutes before her call came through.
Had something happened?
Serena looked down at the bodies littering the carpet. “You shouldn’t be too far. I’ve got another job for you p>
“What p>
“Since you’re my official security detail, get back up here and clean up this mess. Handling the aftermath is exactly what your Dragon-Thorn Squad excels at, isn’t it?” Jerrick instantly understood that “cleaning up” didn’t mean calling housekeeping.
His eyes narrowed. “Are you under attack? The Severians p>
“Everything is handled,” Serena replied smoothly. “Just come clean up p>
She paused for a fraction of a second. “And don’t alert anyone else.” Then, she hung up.
Jerrick stared at the disconnected screen, a vein throbbing in his temple.
He, the fearsome commander of Elyndor’s elite Special Forces.
The apex predator of the military.
Had somehow been reduced to a glorified janitor for this frustrating woman.
But the worst part was, she was always right.
Ten minutes later.
Jerrick and two of his most trusted
operativne
slipped quietly into the
top floor of the Skyline Hotel and entered Serena’s suite..net>
The moment he stepped inside, his boots crunched on shattered glass. He immediately spotted the unmistakable, mangled corpses of several Obsidian Augments.
Jerrick’s expression hardened. He lowered his voice. “The Prescotts did this p>
“Yes,” Serena nodded nonchalantly. “Looks like they’re in a panic p>
Jerrick’s face turned icy. “They must be out of their minds to pull an assassination attempt in an official competition hotel. You’re Elyndor’s leading representative. If anything happened to you, Severia would be the prime suspect They’d become an international laughingstock p>
More importantly, Serena was the most watched competitor on the global stage right
now.
It was utter insanity to target her at this critical juncture.
The sheer audacity and lack of morality from the Severian side was sickening.
Jerrick signaled his operatives to secure the scene. As his gaze swept past the carnage, he froze.
Standing right next to the lethal huntress he had come to respect was a man.
A man with dangerously striking features, wearing a loosely unbuttoned dress shirt.
The fabric draped open, exposing a expanse of pale, hard muscle and a sharp collarbone.
He looked like trouble incarnate.
And worse, his arm was wrapped possessively around Serena’s waist.
They were standing entirely too close.
When their eyes met, the man stared back at Jerrick with undisguised hostility and sharp scrutiny.
It was a territorial look.
For some inexplicable reason, Jerrick felt a sudden, violent surge of irritation.
Seeing that hand resting so intimately on Serena’s waist made his blood boil.
It wasn’t jealousy—it had nothing to do with romance.
Jerrick couldn’t even put a name to the emotion surging through him.