Emmy remained unhurried. "I told you, I'm still considering it."
Disappointment and a hint of contempt flooded Mercedes's eyes. "Emmy, you really are a coward who clings to life. Your husband is risking his neck, playing a dangerous game as bait inside that hellhole! And you? You don't even have the guts to take a single step in that direction! I used to think you and James were a perfectly matched power couple, but now I see that a selfish person like you doesn't deserve him at all!" After spitting out her vicious insults, Mercedes stormed off in a rage.
Emmy sat entirely still, not even her eyelashes fluttering. Mercedes's pathetic attempts at provocation couldn't ripple her calm. Her inaction these past few days wasn't born of fear. She was simply waiting.
The screen of the phone resting on the coffee table suddenly lit up with a chime. Emmy picked it up immediately. It was a brief text from her head of security. [Ms. Lincoln, all personnel and tactical equipment are fully assembled.]
Emmy finally stood up, her eyes devoid of hesitation, replaced by a ruthless, decisive resolve. She turned to Nina behind her and gave the order. "We move out!"
Because of her pregnancy, she couldn't withstand the violent turbulence of a helicopter. Escorted by dozens of elite bodyguards, she boarded a bulletproof convoy that sped all the way to the airport. From there, she boarded a private jet and flew through the night, landing in a country neighboring Nelia. Upon landing, a heavily armed convoy was already waiting to escort her directly across the border and into the war scorched land. Just as the vehicles were about to enter Nelia's actual control zone, Emmy pulled out her phone and texted Mercedes.

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