Ebony Fox let out a soft sigh, a resigned smile touching her lips. It seemed her worrying had been completely unnecessary.
Later, Shanley hosted a dinner for Ebony Fox and the three brothers at Moonlight Peak. To protect Ebony Fox's identity, he had the entire restaurant closed to the public.
Throughout the meal, Shanley doted on Juniper, peeling shrimp for her, ladling soup, and never resting for a moment. He even meticulously picked out the stray bits of garlic used for flavoring from her dishes, treating her like a precious child.
Watching her sister command such royal treatment, any lingering reservations Ebony Fox had about Shanley vanished. She had started the day with a poor opinion of him, but now… she almost felt a little sorry for him. No wonder Jimmie and the others had been so quick to entrust their sister to his care.
"I heard you were invited to Orient Country for a training assignment, Ebony Fox?" Shanley asked, pouring her a glass of low-alcohol wine, his demeanor respectful yet confident.
"Yes," she replied, her voice raspy as she picked up the glass. "They said this new batch of recruits was pulled from the elite of various special forces units. They're a proud bunch. I was brought in to whip them into shape."
"Understood," Shanley said, continuing to peel shrimp for Juniper. "If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask."
Ebony Fox didn't hold back. "Isn't the training facility in the eastern district owned by the Schwartz family?"
It was spacious, with state-of-the-art equipment and facilities, and its remote location was perfect for live-fire exercises. Her unit had been looking for a suitable site and was about to contact the Schwartz Group through a middleman, but they'd heard the venue was booked for some event that conflicted with their schedule.
Shanley looked up. "Felton, have someone get in touch with Ebony Fox to handle the handover."
"Sir, what about the training event we scheduled…" Felton began in a low voice. They had been preparing for it for months, drawing military enthusiasts from all over the world. The registration fees alone were substantial, and a last-minute cancellation would be a breach of contract, resulting in massive compensation payouts.


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