"Let's talk in my car," Lorna said. "Since this involves some personal matters, Mr. Delaney will need to excuse us."
James shot her a look but said nothing.
—
Lorna’s car was a sleek black Land Rover.
Briony slipped into the passenger seat and quietly closed the door. Lorna switched on the air conditioning, adjusting the temperature as a chill breeze filled the interior.
For a moment, Briony sat in silence, studying her. From Lorna’s clothes to the understated luxury of her car, everything about her was completely different from the persona she used to show the world. This, Briony thought, must be closer to the real Lorna.
Lorna caught Briony’s gaze and, noticing the scrutiny in her eyes, let out a soft laugh and arched an elegant brow. “Judging by your reaction, you seem surprised... but oddly calm?”
Briony’s lips curved in a faint smile. “Crystal told me you knew martial arts.”
“So I’ve been exposed all along!” Lorna shrugged, feigning exasperation. “Guess I’m really losing my edge these days. Maybe it’s finally time to retire.”
Briony asked quietly, “So what’s your real identity?”
“Mercenary,” Lorna replied, her tone light and almost playful. “The real deal. Whoever pays the most, that’s who I work for.”
Briony frowned. “Back home, people like you would be called an illegal armed gang.”
Lorna laughed. “Well, sorry—I’m not from around here.” She paused, then circled back to the main topic. “I asked to meet you because there are a few things I need to set straight.”
“Go ahead.”
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