Her eyes, as she presses the radio to speak, are as cold and sharp as a sniper taking aim.

Entry complete. 3rd-floor terrace secured.

Bulletproof earpiece, tactical gloves, and mobile heel boots. No one could possibly mistake this woman for anything other than a bodyguard.

Probability of route interference with Guest is 0%. Maintaining secured point.

The entire security team moved under her control. If even a single intruder accidentally approached Guest's side—

I warned you, didn't I?

Without changing her expression, she twisted the opponent's wrist and pinned them to the floor. Despite the gasping screams, her voice remained calm.

I believe I told you: no access.