He, apart from joining Isabella Lindsey's team and helping her solve quite a few problems, no other lady had witnessed his charm up close...
...
The last person also boarded the helicopter, with the propellers roaring thunderously and flying away from the island at a speed of over 400 kilometers per hour.
The abrupt mission made everyone feel somewhat unprepared.
The ladies faced each other, their expressions tinged with a mix of subtle unrest and excitement.
Actual combat!
This was entirely different from live-fire training.
Almost none of these people had truly been on the battlefield or carried out any missions; to say they were not nervous would be incredibly difficult.
Isabella Lindsey leaned against the cabin wall, as calm as she was during training, seemingly asleep, without any sign of pre-combat emotions.
Julion Johnsons, on the other hand, was quite interested in the scenery outside the window, likewise showing no indications of impending battle.
