Chapter 161: Disguise...
The subordinates sat frozen, their hearts pounding with fear. Not because they doubted Jessica’s skills—far from it. They knew what she was capable of, but the mere thought of her stepping into danger sent a wave of dread crashing into their chests. If anything happened to her, they might as well dig their own graves. That was the silent law Davis and Elliot had etched into their minds.
Nothing must go wrong. Nothing.
It felt as though they weren’t just guarding a person but protecting the nation’s vault. Their nerves were stretched tight, and it showed on their faces—faces Jessica caught in a single glance.
She let out a long breath, shaking her head in amusement. "Since when did I become an over-pampered princess that even putting on a disguise is seen as a threat to national security?" she asked, sarcasm laced in her voice, a teasing smirk pulling at her lips.
Still, they didn’t respond.
"Can I at least see the girl’s picture?" she asked again, more softly this time.
Donne was the first to move, pulling up a photo on his phone and showing it to her. The girl—young, early twenties, same build, same skin tone—was a waitress, moonlighting as a call girl. Jessica studied the photo carefully. The resemblance was close enough, save for the hair and eye color. But those were minor issues. Nothing a wig and contact lenses couldn’t solve.
"You don’t have to worry," Jessica said, her voice suddenly calm, serious. "I’ll handle this. Just stay on standby in case things go south."
There was steel in her tone. The kind that made them step back despite their instincts screaming in protest.
Without another word, she began preparing herself. Calmly, she slid her earpiece into place, ensuring smooth communication with her team outside. Her recording pen was checked and tucked into her pocket. A compact defense kit—concealed blades, pepper spray, and shock rings—went into her bag with smooth precision. Everything was in place, just like always.
She glanced up once she was done and gave a small nod.