When Serena returned to the ballroom with a transformed Black Jack, they immediately drew numerous gazes, a mix of curiosity and awe.
Even Black Jack cleaned up nicely in a formal gown.
She had chosen a wine-red, strapless, fishtail dress that perfectly matched her bold and bewitching charm. Her slender figure was both sexy and elegant, her allure laced with a hint of wild arrogance.
Standing in the ballroom, she could hold her own against any socialite in the room.
“Damn, this is what you call a top-tier Elyndor banquet! Look at this scale! This class! Ah, being the little princess of the Blackwood family sure is nice,” Black Jack exclaimed, her eyes darting around excitedly.
She grabbed Serena’s arm, her voice a low, thrilled whisper. “Hey, hey, Demon, look over there… isn’t that the Arbiter from the United Realmon States? And over there… the Secretary of State from Xandoria, and that federal official…”
With every name Black Jack mentioned, her eyes grew brighter, until her voice was trembling with excitement. “Those are all our mission targets! If we could take care of all of them in one go, wouldn’t we just…?”
“Stop right there.” Serena raised a hand and squeezed Black Jack’s lips shut. “This is Elyndor. Get all those crazy ideas out of your head!”
Though her mouth was covered, Black Jack’s eyes remained glued to the targets. Her words were muffled. “Buh… thos… ish… money!”
“If you get caught in Elyndor, I can’t bail you out,” Serena said, squeezing a little harder. “What good is money if you’re not around to spend it?”
She paused, remembering Nicholas’s seemingly casual probing. “And another thing, stop calling me Demon. Use my Elyndor name.”
Black Jack nodded vigorously, letting out a series of muffled yelps while struggling playfully.
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