Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1500

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Drake Hunter Base.

The man stood well over six foot three. Imposing and hardened, his shadow stretched long under the harsh fluorescent lights.

He had completely changed his face.

His brow bone was heavier, his jawline sharper, his irises a shade lighter.

At first glance, he looked like a Eurasian operative.

Cold, ruthless, and radiating a suffocating bloodlust.

He was no longer Elyndor's Special Forces King.

He was the notorious mercenary contractor—Fenris.

On the table in front of him lay firearms, combat knives, a comms earpiece, and a black-market boarding pass.

He inspected them methodically, one by one.

Behind him, a subordinate couldn't help but speak up. "Boss, are you sure you don't need us trailing you from the shadows?"

Jerrick didn't turn around. "Don't alert the enemy. Right now, I'm Fenris, an independent mercenary contractor. I have zero ties to the Elyndor government."

The subordinate hesitated for a second. "But..."

Jerrick cut him off icily. "No 'buts'."

"You have your orders. Secure the perimeter and wait for my signal."

He picked up the burner phone tied to his Fenris alias.

Inside the encrypted channel, his contractor dashboard was already active.

His thumbs tapped out a single word.

[Boarding.]

The channel fell dead silent.

Then, a rapid cascade of confirmation pings flooded the screen.

Jerrick didn't bother reading them.

He grabbed his jacket, turned, and strode out.

The night wind howled across the training grounds.

He looked up into the suffocating darkness of the sky.

For a moment, he thought he could see Serena's beautiful, bright face superimposed against the clouds.

The tactical weave he had given her was laced with a highly calculated dose of a transdermal sedative.

It wouldn't harm her, and there would be no side effects.

As soon as she tried it on, the drug would seep through her pores and knock her out cold.

She would sleep straight through the night.

All the way until that damned ghost ship had sailed far, far away from Whitecliffe Harbor.

Thinking of his sister, a rare softness touched Jerrick's stony features.

A faint smile pulled at his lips.

Sleep well, Serena.

I'll handle the danger.

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