Lisa’s heart tightened.
It would be a lie if she weren’t nervous at all.
She was!
In her eyes, her lady boss had always been the epitome of elegance and composure, more a boardroom queen, a graceful mother and wife than a back-alley fighter. She wore heels, not combat boots.
There was nothing in her demeanor that suggested she was a fighter.
Still, when her lady boss extended her hand patiently and said, "The baton, Lisa..." she had no choice but to give it to her.
With a silent prayer to any higher power willing to listen, Lisa reluctantly handed it over.
’Dear Gods... Whoever Gods are available now... Please, please, make sure my lady boss won’t get hurt. Or my big boss Axel will fire me on my first day guarding his wife.’
Evelyn smiled softly as she accepted the weapon, testing its weight with a light swing.
The metal rod gleamed under the chandelier’s light.
"Ma’am..." Lisa, lean in and whisper, "This is not an ordinary weapon. You will know when you use it on them. Good luck!"
"Thank you..." she said, then stepped forward.
The six men were only a few paces away now, their expressions unchanged.
The tallest of them, a wall of muscle with a scar on his face, cracked his knuckles.
Evelyn didn’t react.
Instead, Evelyn glanced back at Lisa, who was still frozen in a mix of panic and awe. "Stay back," she said. "And make sure Stella and Alicia don’t faint."
"Faint?" Lisa squeaked. "You mean die of shock?"
Evelyn didn’t reply. She turned her gaze back to the men advancing toward her.
Her eyes sharpened. And her playful smirk faded into something colder, far more controlled.
’Ready to kick ass, Eve!?’
Evelyn tries to humor herself while her hand tightens around the baton, her posture shifting just enough for Lisa to notice; precise, balanced, and strangely familiar.
Lisa’s eyes widened slightly as she realized something. ’Wait, Wait... that’s a fighting stance. My lady boss can fight?’
Evelyn shifted her gaze toward the man just a few steps away from her. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
"You know, this is really unnecessary," her voice was calm and almost bored.
The man with a scar on his face didn’t respond. Instead, he gestures to the man behind him to spread out, forming a semicircle around her.
Stella finally found her voice. "S-Siter Eve... please don’t do this! Let’s leave this place..." Her voice was trembling, filled with fear.
Alicia tugged at Lisa’s sleeve, whispering, "Please stop her. Please make sure she doesn’t get hurt."
"Ma’am, I’m already trying to stop her," Lisa whispered, "but it’s not working."
While Lisa and the others worry behind her, Evelyn stays calm, facing her father’s bodyguard.
The bald man in front took another step forward, flexing his hands.
Evelyn’s gaze followed him lazily, then drifted toward her father, who stood behind them watching with grim satisfaction.
She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Her heartbeat was steady. Controlled.


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