Evelin's POV
In the party hall, countless eyes stared at the screen in complete shock. Grey's eyes went wide, his face cycling through confusion, disbelief, and something close to fear.
Sure, he knew I was former military with some combat training, but Grey had always written off my skills as basic self-defense moves—nothing more than flashy demonstrations.
But moments before, I'd dropped both those hired muscle heads right there on camera for everyone to see.
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Jimmy's POV
Unlike the stunned crowd, I studied the massive screen with keen interest.
This woman is fascinating, I mused. The hotel room footage broadcasting live to the party screen—that's definitely her handiwork.
Devising such a calculated counterattack shows real intelligence. If she couldn't handle a setup this crude, she wouldn't deserve to lead Alpha Special Ops.
A smile curved my mouth, and I noticed my secretary, Dalton, clock my reaction, likely guessing that my interest in Mrs. Ford had intensified.
