TARGET #9: THE "PERFECT LADY"
Shuyin's steps slowed.
Not from dizziness this time but from instincts.
Across the club, near the VIP balcony where the lights were softer and the power gathered quietly, sat a woman who didn't belong in this chaos.
She wasn't drunk.
Wasn't laughing too loudly.
Wasn't clinging to any man.
She sat straight-backed on a leather couch, legs crossed elegantly, a glass of clear liquor untouched in her hand. A diamond watch gleamed on her wrist. Her makeup was flawless, controlled. Calm.
Watching.
Judging.
Shuyin's jade eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh…" she murmured. "This one thinks she's clean."
Blade stiffened. "Uh.... Princess? That area is VIP...."
Too late.
Shuyin had already moved.
The crowd parted without realizing why, as if instinct pushed them aside. By the time the woman noticed her, Shuyin was already standing in front of the table.
