In the next instant, every man Merck had brought drew a dagger, aimed at Yves's bodyguards.The bodyguards froze, shock written across their faces—one even buckled at the knees. They'd seen plenty in their time, but never something so brazen: armed men brandishing knives in broad daylight, ready to strike.Nina panicked and immediately ducked behind Yves. "Yves, I'm scared."He shielded her, glaring at us with a dark, stormy face. "Are you really going to make trouble here?"Merck arched a brow, his gaze sweeping coldly over his men. At once, they understood and slid their daggers away.I folded my arms, watching the scene unfold with amusement."Boss, why not just take off your jacket and show them? That'll settle it."Merck shot me a helpless glare, but obeyed. He shrugged off his suit jacket, revealing the uniform only members of a certain covert division were allowed to wear.Yves's eyes widened as they locked onto the insignia stitched across the fabric, the word "Confiden
Read more