Evelin's POV
"Call the cops? You actually think you'll live to see them arrive?" Jensen's cold laughter cut through the night. "Evelin, I've got snipers stationed all around here. Every single rifle is aimed directly at you. How many rounds do you think that fancy bulletproof glass of yours can take?"
He still carried himself like he controlled everything.
I simply smirked back at him. "I've already eliminated seven snipers in the area. Wonder if that matches how many you positioned, Mr. Hamilton."
Jensen's expression finally cracked, a look of sheer disbelief on his face, as if he were thinking, 'Impossible. How did this happen?'
He'd been certain about his warning systems—any compromised sniper should have triggered an immediate alert.
Yet no alerts had come through at all.
Jensen released a mocking laugh that grew increasingly loud. "Seems I really did underestimate you. But do you honestly think you hold the advantage now?"
