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It was close to midnight when Orm stepped into the underground parking lot beneath Khornaphat Tower.
The echo of her heels was the only sound.
Her driver had been called off earlier due to "security system maintenance." Strange. But Orm didn't wait for anyone - she hated delays more than danger.
She moved with elegance, her black heels clicking over the concrete. Sleek, poised, alert. Until her sixth sense - the one built from boardrooms and betrayals - flared.
She wasn't alone.
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A figure stepped from the shadows behind the silver pillar.
Black hoodie. Mask. Gloved hands.
Too close.
Orm turned-
> "What do you-"
He lunged.
She staggered back as the man rushed forward with a stun baton raised - no time to scream, no time to reach for her clutch-
And then-
*Crack.*
A shadow collided with him from the side like a goddamn storm.
It was *Ling.*
Hair loose, in a leather jacket, fists already flying.
She grabbed the attacker by the collar, slammed him hard against the pillar.
Once. Twice.
He grunted. Tried to swing.
*Mistake.*
Ling ducked, drove her knee into his stomach, then smashed his hand against the wall until the baton clattered to the ground.
She didn't stop.
Her fist landed on his jaw. Again. And again. Blood spattered the pillar.
> "You think," Ling hissed between punches, "you can touch her?"
Orm stood frozen, heart thudding.
It wasn't just that Ling was violent.
It was the way she looked like she belonged in the violence - like it was second nature.
Like she'd kill this man if Orm didn't speak.
> "Ling." Her voice cracked.
Ling stopped. Barely.
The man was unconscious. Bleeding.
Ling turned to face Orm - chest heaving, knuckles red.
> "You alright?"
Orm nodded, slowly. Her gaze dropped to Ling's hand - torn skin, shaking from adrenaline.
> "You're hurt," she said quietly.
Ling blinked, like she hadn't noticed.
> "Doesn't matter."
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They stood in silence, the car park now echoing only with breathing and distant traffic.
Ling looked down at the attacker's body, then back at Orm.
> "You walk around thinking your name protects you. It doesn't."
> "That wasn't random," Orm whispered. "Someone sent him."
Ling nodded.
> "They're escalating."
Orm stepped closer, lowering her voice.
> "Why do you care?"
Ling's jaw tensed. Her voice dropped low, firm.
> "Because you're still my wife. For now."
Orm's breath caught.
There was something in the way Ling said it - not teasing, not sarcastic.
Possessive. Fierce. Unapologetically hers.
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Ling looked down at her bloody hand, then back at Orm.
> "You're going to need a new security team. Your father's probably the one who hired this clown."
Orm blinked. "What?"
Ling didn't elaborate.
She just wiped her hand on her jacket, pulled her phone, and made a quick call in Thai.
> "Clean-up. Lower level. One target, not fatal. Bring gloves."
Then she ended the call and looked at Orm again.
Softer this time.
> "Let's get you out of here."
Orm hesitated... then followed her.
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*[ End of Chapter ]*
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