“Holland, enough.”Lana’s voice sounded firm.“Martin didn’t come here for something trivial like that. So stop overreacting.”“You think I’d believe you?”This time Jayden turned his gaze toward the girl.“Huh, now I know why you and the late Jack were so close to this guy,” Jayden said, nodding his head toward Martin.“Because the two of you were the weakest among us. The easiest to influence. You’d believe anything he said without thinking. But that doesn’t apply to me or the others. Once I say we’re free, then—”“You’re talking too much nonsense!”Bang!Slamming the table, Lana shot up from her chair. Her face flushed with tension.“Martin has nothing to do with your greed! If you’re really a man, why don’t you just ask him directly!”As the two of them confronted each other, Martin let out a long breath.So that’s how it is, he thought, finally understanding what was really happening.Now he knew who had invited him and his former teammates to this place.He also understood why J

Turning his head to the side once again, Martin saw the girl pull out a sheet of paper that she had tucked into the holster strapped to her thigh.Since she didn’t want anyone to know what she was carrying—not even the other members of Spectre Eleven—she had to hide it in the most secret place possible.“This is information about everything inside that museum,” Lana said, handing the papers to Martin. “Sorry I could only give it to you now.”“And about the thing you asked about,” Lana continued, pointing at a specific page with her index finger. “I don’t know if this will be enough. But I can assure you this is everything I could get.”Martin had once shown Lana the worn watch Jack had given him.And like him, she hadn’t seen anything special about it.Still, she did what Martin asked and checked all the information available in the NIA database. Before leaving Belvaria, she managed to take those files with her.Martin didn’t wait long to look at the section Lana pointed to, only to f

Martin’s words made Lana stop in her tracks. Unable to hold it back, a wide smile bloomed across her lips.Turning her body around, she said lightly, “Don’t worry. I’m still the same Eleven—the infiltrator.”After saying that, she turned back again and continued walking without waiting for Martin’s response.The infiltrator.That was the title given to the girl because of her ability to disguise herself and enter places that seemed untouchable in order to extract information from enemies.From dictators to cartel leaders, not a single one of them had escaped her information-gathering.At the same time, none of them had ever managed to touch her, even though she deliberately used her beauty and the allure of her body to tempt them.And now, when the same thing was happening again, Martin shouldn’t have needed to worry too much.Just like before, the girl was more than capable of handling this “small” matter.Anyone who knew Lana would probably think that way.Unfortunately, Martin did

“Enough, Natasha.”Before the woman could finish speaking, Richard cut her off. His face looked extremely irritated.“Whatever you’re about to say, stop. Get that thing out of my sight and take it away. I don’t want to hear anything right now.”“But, Your Highness, this cannot be ignored.”Raising the paper in her hand, Natasha clearly had no intention of letting the prince dismiss her.“This man,” she said, pointing to one of the names of the Spectres written on the paper.Martin Garvey.That was the name she wanted to show.Natasha might never have seen what this man looked like in person, but she knew about him.She had just received information that this man was the one registered as Quinn’s cohabitation partner.Allowing him to come to this place was the same as inviting trouble.And she could not allow that to happen.She had to see Richard and Quinn’s engagement take place tonight, no matter what.A man named Martin had the potential to become a parasite if he was allowed to re

“Give yourself to me.”Like a code that jolted the deepest corner of her heart, Lana immediately opened her eyes.No! she thought. I can’t do this!She was not an ordinary girl. She was a Spectre—trained since childhood to endure and face every form of oppression.Richard’s words instead awakened the deepest and strongest side of her.“Forgive me, Your Highness.”Lana pulled her body forward—slowly but firmly—causing the prince’s hand to slip off her shoulder.“I cannot do it.”She didn’t care about the consequences.Her resolve was as hard as steel.Even death was not more frightening to her.Lana rose from the bed, still holding her hands over her chest to keep her dress in place.The fear and nervousness that had surrounded her earlier seemed to vanish completely.Standing before the prince now was the same female general she had been for the past year—if not an even firmer and stronger version.Lana no longer cared whether she would be punished for refusing the prince’s desire.To