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Aylin was glued to her laptop screen, her fingers hanging over the keys. The server buzzed softly in the stillness of her Malaysian apartment, a reminder of her past life as Lunel. Hazard King's message felt like a wrapped threat, safety in return for her skills. But she wasn't about to give up control, not to him, not after everything that had gone down.
She typed quickly, "I'll come by myself. I've got my own resources. You just need to make sure no one catches me, not Alpha Dark or Maksim Karza. And keep my arrival under wraps."
The reply came in almost immediately, "Got it. I can send a private jet, too. That'll make it easier for you."
She bit her lip, weighing the pros and cons. A private jet meant fast and safe travel, but it also meant stepping into his trap sooner. Still, time was running out, and Alpha's shadows were getting closer. "Alright. Send the jet. But don't forget my terms."
"Deal. Coordinates coming your way. Be ready."
