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The moment the truth shattered against the floor, the intruder's survival instincts took over. He didn't want his remaining men throwing their lives away for a suitcase full of water.
"Retreat! Pull back now!" he barked into his earpiece, his voice laced with panic.
On his command, the surviving mercenaries began a frantic, synchronized fallback. The intruder didn't hesitate—he spun on his heel, abandoning the room to save his own skin.
Watching them scramble, a devilish, unhinged smirk spread across Noah's face beneath his mask. "Retreating?" he murmured, his voice a low, lethal purr. "Not that easily."
Noah lunged forward, giving chase. He signaled his men to hunt down the fleeing grunts while he locked his sights entirely on the leader. They tore through the sterile hallways, trading a lethal barrage of gunfire. Sparks flew as bullets bit into the concrete walls, both men utilizing their elite training to dodge and weave through the crossfire. But the dynamic between them was stark. The intruder's eyes, visible behind his mask, were wide with a frantic, sweating terror. Noah, on the other hand, looked terrifyingly calm. He looked like a psychopath entirely consumed by the thrill of the hunt, enjoying every single second of the chaos.
With nowhere left to run, the intruder hurled his body through a massive glass window at the end of the corridor. The glass shattered with a deafening, cinematic roar, raining glittering shards over the dark courtyard below. He hit the ground in a rough but practiced landing, pushing through the agonizing sting of fresh cuts slicing across his neck and arms from the debris.
Noah stepped up to the edge of the jagged, broken frame. He didn't jump right away. Instead, he casually raised his weapon, aiming down the sights at the fleeing man's silhouette.
"Running away..." Noah chuckled to himself, his smirk widening.
With a cold, measured squeeze of the trigger, a single bullet tore through the air and embedded itself directly into the intruder's shoulder. If Noah had wanted him dead, a headshot would have been effortless. But he wasn't looking for a quick kill; he was playing with his food, tracking his prey for the sheer sport of it—a lethal arrogance that was about to cost him.
Despite the blinding pain radiating from his shoulder, the intruder didn't slow down. Gritting his teeth, he ripped at the fabric of his blazer, tying it tightly around the bleeding wound to prevent a blood trail from giving away his coordinates. Pressing forward, he made a desperate dash straight into the secondary entrance of the mansion—the quiet, high-security VVIP wing.
Noah's smirk instantly vanished. His eyes narrowed to slits as he watched the man disappear into the building. Yunah was in that wing. The predator's playful amusement evaporated, replaced by a sudden, icy surge of panic. Without an ounce of hesitation, Noah vaulted through the broken window, dropping into the courtyard to hunt the man down before he could get anywhere near her room.
Inside the labyrinth of the VVIP wing, the intruder made a sharp, desperate turn. Realizing he couldn't hide in the corridors forever, he slipped out a side exit and grabbed hold of an external drainpipe. Groaning through the white-hot agony in his shoulder, he began to climb, pulling his weight up toward the roof purely on survival instinct.
Seconds later, Noah burst into the hallway of the VVIP suites. He slid to a halt, his chest heaving as his eyes swept the empty, silent corridor. Everything was clear. Yunah's door was still guarded, untouched. His gaze scanned the floor, catching the exit that led back out toward the dark courtyard.
Realizing the man had doubled back outside, Noah turned on his heel and sprinted into the night, the hunt turning deadly serious.
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Meanwhile, the intruder slipped through a high window on the upper ledge, tumbling onto the carpeted floor of a dark suite. Gasping for breath, he scrambled to his feet, threw the window shut, and yanked the heavy velvet curtains across the glass to block out the night.
In that exact, horrific second, the bathroom door clicked open.
Yunah stepped out into the room. It was her suite. And worse—thinking she was entirely safe behind closed doors, she had taken off her mask.
The intruder froze, his eyes locking onto her bare face, instantly committing her features to memory. Yunah's breath hitched, a gasp tearing at her throat as she prepared to scream for the guard outside.
"Don't you dare!" the man hissed, cutting her off as he whipped his pistol up, aiming it directly between her eyes. He flinched violently, his face contorting in pain, but his grip on the weapon remained deadly. "Make a single sound and I'll put a bullet through you. If you want to live, pretend I'm not here."
The sight of the cold, black barrel pointed at her chest hit Yunah like a physical blow. The scream died in her throat, replaced by a suffocating terror. She froze, her entire body trembling so violently she was afraid her knees would buckle beneath her. She raised her hands slightly, nodding frantically to show she wouldn't make a sound.
Seeing her compliance, the man let out a ragged breath. He sank onto the edge of the plush bed, dropping his gun onto the mattress right beside his thigh—close enough to grab in a heartbeat. Gritting his teeth against a groan, he began to unravel the bloody blazer tied around his shoulder, exposing the gruesome, tearing gunshot wound beneath.
A few minutes ago, Yunah had heard a faint, distant crack through the walls. Now, looking at the blood soaking through his clothes, the horrifying reality clicked. It had been gunfire.
She stood rooted to the spot, terrified that even a single step would provoke him.
Before her eyes, the man reached into his tactical vest, pulled out a small pair of medical forceps, and began to dig into his own flesh to extract the bullet. He didn't even yell; he just hissed through his teeth, treating the agonizing self-surgery like it was a routine Tuesday.
The wet, metallic sound of metal scraping against bone and bullet was too much. Yunah's stomach churned with nausea. Weak and trembling, she snapped her head away, staring blindly at the wall, her heart hammering a frantic, desperate rhythm against her ribs.
*****
Outside in the courtyard, the night was eerily still. Noah stood in the center of the dark lawn, his eyes scanning the grass and the stone walls, but there was no blood trail, no sound, no trace of the intruder. Then, his gaze slowly traveled upward, sweeping across the rows of VVIP windows one by one.
Every single suite had its sheer curtains drawn or its glass exposed to the moonlight. Except one.
At the end of the wing, the heavy velvet drapes of Yunah's room were completely and tightly shut.
The realization hit him like a physical blow to the chest, sending a rare, icy jolt of panic through his veins. The intruder was inside. But Noah didn't just blindly sprint into the room. His hyper-intelligent mind was already working three steps ahead. If he burst in wearing his tactical "thief" gear, the intruder would immediately realize that the man chasing him and the billionaire "Jay" were the exact same person. Worse, it would prove that Yunah wasn't just a random guest—she was the apex predator's ultimate weakness. In the underworld, that knowledge would seal her execution warrant.
Forcing his breathing to slow, Noah sprinted back to the empty restroom. Moving with frantic but practiced speed, he stripped off the tactical suit and shoved the weapons back into the hidden duffel bag. He slipped back into his elegant tailored suit, smoothed out his jacket, and adjusted the distinct mask of Yunah's protective husband.
Shedding the ghost and becoming the king once more, he rushed down the VVIP hallway. The guard stood outside her door, completely oblivious to the threat that had entered through the window. Noah blew past him, stepping up to the threshold.
He didn't kick the door down. Instead, he forced his hand to knock with a gentle, rhythmic ease.
"Honey...?" he called out, his voice smooth, warm, and perfectly calm, hiding the violent storm of panic raging inside his chest. "Are you done resting?"
*****
Inside the room, the sound of Noah's voice hit like a sudden, freezing shockwave.
The intruder's head snapped toward the door, his eyes wide and wild with a desperate, cornered survival instinct. Without a second of hesitation, he whipped the gun back up, locking the cold, heavy barrel directly onto Yunah once more. His bloody finger wrapped tightly around the trigger, the mechanical click of the safety catching in the dead silence of the room.
The sound sent a jolt of pure, primal terror straight through Yunah's veins. She knew how frayed the man's nerves were; one twitch of his hand, one loud noise from the hallway, and he would fire.
Hoping to show total submission, she slowly raised both hands into the air, her palms trembling as she stared down the barrel of the weapon. Every muscle in her body was locked tight, her breath trapped in her chest as the space between her and a bullet shrank to a fraction of an inch.