(Evelina's POV—After the Meeting, Executive Hallway)
The conference room door clicked shut behind me, sealing away the storm of corporate tension, mafia presence, and Kael's ego behind polished glass.
I exhaled slow, shaky air. But the System message kept looping in my head—
Assassination Attempt.
Not a metaphor. Not a warning. An actual assassination attempt.
I pressed my fingertips against my forehead.
"Great. Amazing. Perfect," I muttered under my breath. "I have the self-defense skills of a damp noodle. How exactly am I supposed to survive a mafia-infested casino with a literal murder flag hovering over me?"
Then—Memory hit.
The items I bought at the auction.
The small high-tech gun. The time-stopping device. The emergency teleporting ring.
"Right…" I whispered. "I did buy weapons."
A pause.
"…but I don't know how to use them."
