Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1683

The security detail exchanged wary glances, their brows furrowing. "What does that have to do with you wanting access to the backstage?"

Jerrick met their stares, his expression frigid.

Even without saying a word, the sheer oppressive weight of his presence made the guards shift uncomfortably.

One of his mercenaries stepped forward, his voice grating. "Our captain just told you. We picked up an anomalous signal fluctuation. We suspect someone used the riot as cover to infiltrate this area."

"Our unit doesn't cut corners on a client's dime."

The head guard's face tightened. "Don't misunderstand us. We're just saying we've been standing guard here the whole time. Nobody unauthorized is getting in."

"And we haven't detected any anomalous signals."

Jerrick's lips twitched beneath his mask. When he finally spoke, his tone was laced with mocking ice. "By the time you notice a problem, the intruder will have already gotten what they wanted and vanished."

The guards choked on their response, thoroughly insulted.

Before they could argue, Jerrick raised a hand.

Immediately, the mercenary behind him pulled up their latest mission parameters and their temporary security clearance for Project Zero-Transit.

Their current mandate was crystal clear: suppress any frenzied buyers attempting to locate the rumored Living Assets—the cargo that was supposedly infinitely more valuable than tonight's grand finale.

The clearance codes displayed on the screen were flawless.

The backstage guards scrutinized the terminal. Verifying the authenticity of the codes, they looked at each other in defeat.

Were they really going to let Fenris's mercenary unit roam freely backstage?

Every single item stored here was worth millions of dollars.

If something went missing, heads would roll.

But if an intruder really had slipped past them in the chaos and sabotaged the auction, the consequences would be just as lethal.

"If you're paranoid, send an escort to shadow us," Jerrick said, his voice flat. "Your men can verify every sector with us, so long as they don't interfere with our sweep."

The color drained from the faces of the backstage guards at the mention of the name.

He was a world-class arms dealer, personally invited by the ship's masters for tonight's event.

If his classified prototypes were mishandled on their watch...

No one would survive the fallout.

The captain of the detail instantly pointed at half his men. "You lot, with me."

He shot a hurried look back at Jerrick. "Mr. Fenris, since you're running a security sweep, start with the East Wing."

"West Wing Vaults 1 and 3 are strictly off-limits. Stay clear of the diagnostic sectors, the primary cargo holds, and do not even think about approaching the main control room."

"Everywhere else is yours to sweep."

Jerrick gave a single, curt nod. "Understood."