Earlier, Samira followed Dragan to a secluded corner at the edge of the cemetery under Luca's orders.
She was preparing to teach this bastard a good lesson and try to get him to reveal why he had shown up to stir up trouble.
This wasn't the first time Samira had done something like this. She used to do it when Luca's mom, Gina, gave her orders.
Now that the head of the family was in a coma and his father died, Samira didn't think it was wrong for Luca to be in charge.
Samira's only concern was that it seemed a bit cruel for the kind-hearted young boy, who had rarely been involved in such family matters before, to now be forced to act so mature and handle everything on his own.
That seemed kind of unfair.
On the other hand, Samira didn't feel bad at all when it came to dealing with Dragan.
In fact, if it weren't for Luka's recent warning, Samira would have even considered taking him out quietly and ending things once and for all.
Seeing that no one was around, Samira swiftly bent down and pulled a dagger gleaming with cold light from her boot.
Then, with a few quick steps, she caught up with Dragan, kicked him to the ground, and pressed the dagger to his throat.
"Ah—"
Dragan was about to scream in fear, but Samira quickly covered his mouth with her rough hand, cutting off his screams completely.
Looking at the now pathetic man who had once been so arrogant, Samira pressed her dagger slightly deeper and spoke in a sharp, threatening tone.
"You know exactly what I want to ask, don't you?!"
The sharp blade bit into his neck and bright red blood immediately began to trickle out.
At this moment, Dragan was no longer acting tough. His eyes were full of fear, and his face looked super pale. He struggled desperately, muffled sounds escaping from his covered mouth.
After seeing this, Samira lifted her hand, signaling for him to speak.
Dragan, shaking and clearly terrified, didn't even dare to shout for help. Instead, his voice trembled as he said:
"You—you! What do you think you're doing?! I'm also an heir of the Orange family!!"
After hearing his words, Samira's face twisted in disdain, and the pressure of her blade didn't ease up at all.
"Dragan, for the lady's sake, just tell me why you—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Samira suddenly noticed something strange. Dragan, who had been terrified just a second ago, suddenly relaxed and stared at something behind her.
Without wasting a single breath or word, Samira immediately dove and rolled to the side.
The very next instant, a small explosion right where she had been standing was followed by a bunch of soft gunshots.
Samira continued to roll rapidly until she reached cover behind an unfamiliar gravestone, finally pausing to catch her breath.
"BANG!"
"BANG!"
"BANG!"
The continuous fire rained down on the ornate gravestone, chipping off stone fragments with each impact.
'Three enemies... using P226 pistols, suppressor, and subsonic rounds,'
Judging from the sound and the bullet holes, Samira quickly analyzed the attackers' equipment and position, even as her hand reached into her coat.
As a bodyguard, of course, she had a gun too, just not one with a suppressor like the attackers.
Then, Samira started planning her next move.
As the sound of bullets hitting the gravestone started to fade, Samira tensed up, getting ready to strike.
Suddenly, she dashed out from behind the gravestone without hesitation, and her sharp eyes quickly scanned the area ahead.
She saw three enemies in black suits with guns—one was still shooting, another was reloading, and the third was roughly dragging Dragan away while trying to help him escape.
Samira pushed off with her legs and moved quickly, dodging to the side. She completely ignored the man who was still firing, letting the bullets whistle past her.
At the same time, she tensed the muscles in her arm and threw her knife with all her strength.
"Whoosh—"
The dagger tore through the air like a sword, striking the reloading enemy squarely in the face without hesitation.
"Splurt—"
Blood was sprayed everywhere.
The man didn't even have time to scream before collapsing backward, dead on the spot.
Just then, the man who had been firing continuously ran out of bullets, too.
He kept clicking the trigger, but nothing happened.
Samira pushed off with her feet again, speeding forward. The rotting leaves exploded behind her as her feet launched her forward, heading straight for Dragan, who was being dragged away.
But after just a few steps, her expression changed. It wasn't because the man supporting Dragan had pulled out a pistol and aimed back at her.
What caught her attention was the sudden appearance of three more armed men in black suits emerging from the distant forest with guns already aimed in her direction.
She was still about seven or eight steps away from Dragan and too far to reach him in time and stop the enemies from getting close.
Immediately, she dropped low and dove behind another nearby piece of cover.
"BANG!"
"BANG!"
"BANG!"
The bullets rained down like a violent storm, hitting the ground and covering her.
Samira had no choice but to reach once more for the handgun tucked inside her jacket.
But when she peeked out and aimed... all she saw was the last black-suited man dragging the body of the one she'd taken down with her throwing knife, retreating back into the forest.
The rest of the attackers had already vanished into the forest.
Samira's arm tensed as she held her gun… then slowly relaxed. In the end, she chose not to pull the trigger.
Even though she was hiding in a good spot, the sound of her gun might attract more people and cause unnecessary trouble.
Moreover, she wasn't confident she could retreat safely afterward.
More importantly, since the enemy had dared to use firearms in the open, it meant she needed to reach Luca as quickly as possible to protect him.
After waiting behind cover for a few more moments, Samira finally holstered her pistol, rose swiftly, and hurried off in Luka's direction.
...
On the other side…
Dragan, who had just been rescued, was being pulled and dragged into a long black limousine by a man in a black suit.
The other men who had been protecting him earlier didn't get in the car.
The door closed quietly behind him.
Dragan was still breathing heavily, clearly shaken up and scared, but he didn't dare look at the young man sitting across from him inside the car.
"Mr. Orange, it seems you've blown the operation, haven't you?"
He wore a neat black suit, had square black glasses on his face, and appeared to be a shrewd businessman.
But even though he spoke softly, his words made Dragan tremble even more.
"W-Wesley… I—this wasn't my fault! It was that damned brat Luca! It's all his fault! He doesn't even recognize me as his uncle!"
Dragan got angrier as he talked like he'd forgotten all the terrible things he had just done.
"Oh, really?"
Wesley asked coolly, "Then why did my men report that you didn't even try to act like family with him?"