Chapter 1289
The man was entirely too devastatingly handsome. It was a face built for deception.
He clearly wasn’t the settling-down type.
Serena might seem cold and unapproachable, but who knew if she’d be swayed by a face like that?
The more Jerrick thought about it, the more he felt like a prized lamb was being stalked by a hungry wolf. The sheer irritation gnawing at his gut was unbearable.
With a darkened expression, he pulled a pair of cold steel handcuffs from his belt and leveled them at Nicholas. “You. You’re coming with me p>
Nicholas raised an eyebrow, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. “On what grounds p>
“On the grounds that I am Elyndor’s appointed security detail,” Jerrick snapped. “It is my duty to ensure Captain Lancaster’s safety and eliminate any suspicious
individuals from her vicinity p>
“Sneaking into a core competitor’s room in the dead of night with no clear motive makes you a verified security threat p>
“Right now, I suspect you have malicious intentions p>
Nicholas laughed.
His dark eyes sparkled, though the amusement didn’t reach them. “Malicious intentions p>
“I’m seeing my own fiancée. What the hell does that have to do with you p>
Jerrick’s face turned to ice. “Cut the crap p>
Nicholas matched his glacial tone, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. “Go ahead. Let’s see if you can put those cuffs on me p>
The hostility between them hit a boiling point.
They were half a second away from tearing the suite apart.
Just then-
*Ding-dong p>
The doorbell echoed through the suite.
The tension shattered instantly.
Both men dropped their deadly postures and snapped their attention toward the door.
Jerrick’s demeanor shifted to pure, lethal focus.
He automatically assumed it was the Prescotts’ assassins returning to finish the job.
He spun around, seamlessly drawing his sidearm from his holster.
Keeping his weapon raised and his body angled, he approached the entrance and yanked the door open.
Standing in the hallway was a man in a perfectly tailored, light-grey suit.
He was tall and elegant, his
handsome features framed by a pair
of gold-rimmed glasses thất gave
him an air of sophisticated
refinement.
In his hands were several high-end takeout bags from a Michelin-starred restaurant.
It was unmistakably a late-night meal.
Jerrick stared at the man, his gun freezing mid-air. “J-Julian p>
He looked utterly bewildered. “What are you doing here p>
Standing in the doorway was Julian Lancaster.
Julian offered his brother a mild glance.
His eyes flicked from the barrel of the gun to the handcuffs dangling from Jerrick’s other hand.
He frowned slightly. “I should be asking you that p>
“Aren’t you supposed to be on a classified mission? What are you doing in our sister’s room in the middle of the night p>
“Our sister?” Jerrick froze.
Julian brushed past him, walking
smoothly into the suite. “I see youet
already met her that saves me the trouble of an introduction p>
Jerrick’s brain short-circuited.
What sister?
Whose sister?
What on earth was Julian talking about p>
SWI
Jerrick turned slowly, his eyes tracking Julian’s back as his mind flatlined.
As Julian stepped into the living room, he took in the shattered glass and the grotesque corpses scattered across the rug.
And there was Serena, crouched beside one of the bodies, a tactical blade in hand.
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Although her back was to him, Julian could clearly see she was digging the blade deep into the back of the mutant’s skull carving something out.