Lottie might be a skilled fighter, but this wasn't a street brawl. She was vastly outnumbered, and these men were armed to the teeth.
"Go sit down. Seriously."
Charlotte grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl and tossed it to him, gesturing with her chin. "Sit."
"..."
Seeing that the mercenaries were actually hesitating to pull the trigger, Donald cautiously backed into his chair.
"..."
Once he was seated, Charlotte turned her attention back to the row of black muzzles aimed at her face.
Without missing a beat.
She grabbed a heavy crystal water glass from the table and hurled it with terrifying velocity.
It struck the mercenary dead center in the forehead. The man's eyes rolled back, and he crumpled to the floor, instantly unconscious.
"Stop pointing those toys at me if you aren't going to use them," Charlotte said, leaning her weight against the table, her voice dripping with lazy provocation. "Come on. Let's see someone actually pull the trigger!"
"..."
The mercenaries exchanged nervous glances. Not a single one of them dared to make a move.
"???"
Donald watched the surreal scene unfold in total bewilderment.
Did this look like a hostage situation?
It looked more like a drill sergeant disciplining a pack of disobedient recruits!
"Stand down!"
Just as the tension reached a boiling point, Vargas swept into the dining hall, his voice echoing with authoritative fury. "Nine and Mr. Gates are my honored guests. Have you forgotten your manners?!"
"Yes, Boss."
The mercenaries immediately lowered their weapons and fell back into line.
"You, get out too," Charlotte ordered, finally releasing her grip on the guard whose face had been buried in the table. Just as the gasping man scrambled to run, she called out, "Wait. Take these shrimp shells with you. Looking at them is killing my appetite."
"..."
The guard shot her a look of pure, unadulterated rage.
But then.
He obediently gathered up the garbage and scurried out of the room.
Nine?
Donald wasn't totally out of the loop. Anyone who worked in national security knew the name 'Nine'.
She was the phantom architect behind countless global defense grids.
And this legendary, untouchable figure... was his baby sister?
Donald stared at Charlotte in absolute disbelief. Just how massive was this kid's brain?!
"Eat up."
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