Shane pondered for a moment before turning to his assistant. "Mira has top-tier bodyguards protecting her now. Her security is airtight, making her a very difficult target.
Plus, she's already severed ties with the Mercer family. From the looks of it, there's not much love lost between them.
If we really want to derail the Mercer family's focus, targeting her isn't the most effective strategy. We need to go after someone else."
"You mean..."
Shane nodded. "Who in the Mercer family do you think is the easiest target?"
Allen thought it over. "If we're looking for an easy target who carries enough weight to completely ruin Ethan's focus, it has to be Julian."
Although Julian was physically capable, he was incredibly arrogant and reckless.
"I heard he has a major race coming up soon."
Julian was ranked among the top ten professional race car drivers in the world.
After hammering out the details, Shane gave Allen one final warning. "Don't make any sudden moves. Lay the groundwork first, and when the time is right, deliver a fatal blow to Ethan."
...
Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Mira's phone was blowing up.
The first call was from Liora and her friends.
"Mira, are you actually Lune? Is it true?"
"It's true."
"We always knew you were on another level, but we never expected you to be a literal god."
Still, they understood that Mira must have had her own reasons for keeping it a secret.
"I'm still me, exactly the same as before. You guys are still my best friends and classmates."
That afternoon, as Mira was putting on her jacket to head to the rehearsal studio, she received a call from the front desk.
"Miss Mercer, there are some people here to see you. They said their last name is Quinn."
Quinn? She didn't recall knowing anyone with that last name here. Since she was heading out anyway, she decided to stop by and see who it was.
A man and a woman were waiting in the hotel's reception lounge.
The man appeared to be in his forties, tall and slender, with refined features that looked as though they had been meticulously carved from marble. There was a strange sense of familiarity in his face.
But she couldn't quite place where that familiarity came from.
The woman seemed to be around Mira's age, with luminous skin, large expressive eyes, and stunning curves.

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