Chapter 225

While Oliver Knight's team was still scrambling to clean up their mess, Lucy White had already fallen into a peaceful slumber.

Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains as Lucy stretched lazily before changing into her workout gear for a jog. By the time she finished breakfast, Asher York's car was already waiting downstairs.

"You're early," Lucy remarked with a smile as she opened the car door.

"Couldn't wait to see you in action," Asher winked.

To her surprise, Julian Chase and his three friends had also tagged along, each accompanied by female companions.

"Group spectators?" Lucy arched an eyebrow.

Julian cleared his throat. "The more, the merrier."

In truth, they'd brought the women along to spare Lucy potential embarrassment if she struggled—though he'd never admit that.

At the elite tactical simulation field on the outskirts, Lucy and the other women headed to the locker room to gear up.

"Your skin is flawless, Miss White," one girl in form-fitting tactical gear admired.

"Even prettier than on screen," another chimed in.

Lucy smiled politely and quickly changed into her camouflage suit. When she emerged, three unfamiliar men had joined Asher.

"Meet the team," Asher introduced enthusiastically. "Finn Wallace, Xavier Boone, and Jasper King."

The trio offered polite greetings, but their assessing gazes betrayed their skepticism—could this delicate-looking celebrity really handle firearms?

"How about teams?" Asher suggested. "Lucy with us, Julian you take the ladies."

Julian immediately protested, "That's not fair!"

"Scared?" Jasper taunted with a smirk.

"Bring it on!" Julian rolled up his sleeves. "Don't come crying later!"

Once teams were set, Lucy followed Asher's squad into the jungle zone. No sooner had they settled in than Jasper crossed his arms. "Since this is an evaluation, we'll leave it to you."

The implication was clear—she'd take on the opposing team alone.

Lucy's lips curved. "Perfect."

After efficiently checking her gear, she vanished into the foliage like a shadow.

In the monitoring room, Finn pulled up live footage. Lucy moved with panther-like grace, silently closing in on enemy territory.

"That speed..." Xavier adjusted his glasses.

Suddenly, Lucy struck. A rapid series of shots rang out as Julian's female companions stared blankly at the paint splattering their vests.

"What just—?" one girl gasped, touching her marked chest.

Julian spun toward the commotion only to take a direct hit from a concealed position.

"No way!" He gaped at the paint on his vest before looking up.

Lucy emerged from behind a tree, her marker gun still emitting a wisp of smoke.

"My win," she said mildly.

Jasper checked the timer: "Three minutes forty-two seconds."

"Precise marksmanship, decisive execution," Finn noted.

Asher grinned triumphantly. "Satisfied?"

The three men exchanged glances, identical expressions of approval dawning. This seemingly fragile starlet had delivered one hell of a surprise.