"Dr. Sutton is so incredibly lucky to have bagged such a gorgeous husband!"
Zoe pointedly glanced at Danielle's back and said loudly, "Isn't she? And to think she snagged a guy like that from the Civil Affairs Bureau lottery. Most people could never get that lucky, but she just hit the jackpot without even trying."
Danielle's retreating figure paused for a fraction of a second.
*
The medical training concluded.
Danielle returned to the tactical training grounds.
Today's mission for The Sea Dragon Elite Unit was close-quarters combat.
One-on-one sparring.
Danielle was originally paired with Dash, but she flatly refused the assignment.
She marched right up to Logan. "Logan Lennox, I'm sparring with you!"
Logan studied Danielle in silence.
She had been deployed for over six months, running covert ops in Solisia. Her skills had undoubtedly sharpened.
But her arm was still recovering from a recent injury, making her an unequal match.
Logan shook his head. "Maybe next time. You're still injured."
"Are you scared, Logan?" Danielle mocked with a cold sneer. "Do you think you're untouchable? Or are you just terrified of losing face in front of your men when I drop you?"
Looking into Danielle's eyes, Logan saw a tempest of bitterness, fury, and agonizing regret.
Her gaze pierced through him like a blade, leaving him unable to walk away.
Finally, he gave a curt nod. "Fine. But we pull our punches."
The second the words left his mouth, Danielle lunged at him like a cornered panther, her fist slicing through the air straight for his face.
Her movements were lightning-fast and utterly ruthless. Every strike carried a desperate, life-or-death intensity, entirely devoid of standard military restraint. It was clear she had picked up new, brutal techniques overseas, blending raw aggression with Muay Thai.
Logan stayed on the defensive, effortlessly evading without returning a single blow.

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