What on earth was happening? A terrorist attack?
The Royal House of Vaelion's security detail reacted the fastest. They instantly formed a tight defensive circle around Princess Isadora of Vaelion, drawing their weapons and aiming at the intruders.
The Vinton guards quickly regrouped, shielding Holden, Kiera, and the rest of the family.
But the mercenaries were heavily armed and clearly prepared for a war. With so many high-profile guests in the crossfire, a shootout would be a bloodbath, and the Vinton family would be held entirely responsible.
They couldn't afford to engage blindly. They needed to figure out what these people wanted!
Serena stood calmly behind her uncles. She narrowed her luminous eyes at the mercenaries, examining them without a trace of panic.
"Who are you?" Silas demanded, standing at the forefront. Facing a wall of loaded weapons, he didn't show a hint of fear. His imposing aura rivaled that of the hardened killers.
The mercenaries completely ignored Silas, their eyes scanning the terrified crowd as if hunting for a specific target.
"Whoa..." Black Jack muttered, ducking slightly behind Serena and whispering. "This is a pretty heavy setup."
"Babe, you don't think... one of the Ghost Alliance's rivals tracked us down, do you?"
Black Jack rapidly racked her brain, running through every enemy they had crossed recently. Her eyes darted around the room with unmistakable excitement. Her professional instincts were kicking in.
She reflexively reached down her thigh for her weapon.
Nothing.
"Damn it, my gun..."

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