Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 414

Meanwhile, across town—

Elian Ashcroft and ShadowFox sat across from each other in a stylish café, steaming mugs of black coffee in hand, the aroma of roasted beans swirling through the air.

“So, Mr. Ashcroft, do you think they’ll pull off the mission perfectly this time?” ShadowFox asked with a sly grin, stirring his coffee absentmindedly.

Elian’s lips curled into a cold, almost amused smirk. They hadn’t told him a thing about the mission—just asked if he thought their team could handle it. It was a test, probably fishing for intel about Miranda Lancaster’s current status.

Elian arched an eyebrow. “Isn’t that your department’s business? You’d know better than I would, wouldn’t you?”

ShadowFox just shrugged, noncommittal.

“Well, what’s your guess, Mr. Ashcroft? Think anyone in that group’s got what it takes to be a leader?”

That actually piqued Elian’s interest. He looked up, eyes sharp.

ShadowFox chuckled, continuing, “These folks, ever since we recruited them, mostly go solo. Even on group assignments, real teamwork is rare. Honestly, we don’t usually dare send them on the big jobs.”

He leaned in, lowering his voice. “They’re all too stubborn, too independent. Everyone’s got their own way. So we just toss them the mission and let them handle it however they want—as long as it gets done.”

Elian snorted. “Sounds like a real ragtag bunch.”

ShadowFox winced.

Elian added, “Except for her.”

That made ShadowFox’s expression sour even more. If anyone else had said that, he’d have called it picking a fight. These weren’t just anybody—they were the department’s top-dollar talent, each of them costing a small fortune to keep on the payroll.

But Elian Ashcroft? The commander of Fort Titan, the guy who could strong-arm the most unruly factions in the entire military? Hard to argue with that.

Elian took a slow sip of coffee, gaze unreadable. “Sometimes, the best don’t need a team. Having to drag others along just slows you down.” He let a small, knowing smile slip. “I’m talking about Miranda, of course.”