A man in full tactical gear jumped out of the helicopter, landing with perfect ease.
His combat suit hugged broad shoulders, a trim waist, and impossibly long legs. Even though his face was hidden behind a tactical visor and mask, the air around him crackled with raw strength and an overwhelming sense of command. It was like a tidal wave sweeping through the stadium.
For a split second, the crowd was silent. Then someone screamed. In the blink of an eye, every woman in the stands lost it.
It was unreal—like a scene straight out of an action movie.
The man turned around and reached back into the helicopter.
A slender, fair hand appeared and placed itself in his.
Without breaking a sweat, he lifted a woman from the cabin, carrying her across his arms, and gently set her down on the grass.
The whole thing was so smooth—effortless strength mixed with a surprising kind of tenderness.
The screams reached a fever pitch, nearly shaking the roof off the arena. In everyone’s mind, the perfect TV romance between a tough-as-nails soldier and a soft, beautiful heroine was playing out in real time.
But the man didn’t stick around. He handed the woman a secure case from inside the chopper, then turned and hopped back on board with the same easy confidence.
The doors slammed shut. The helicopter’s blades thundered to life, and in seconds it was gone, disappearing into the sky.
The entire spectacle lasted less than a minute.
Now only the slender figure with the case was left, striding quickly toward the demonstration platform.
“That’s Emmy!”
“Oh my god, she made it!”
In the stands, Teresa finally felt her heart settle after what felt like an eternity of stress. She let out a long, shaky breath.
Behind her, Ivy and Marian hugged each other, both nearly in tears. “She made it! She really made it!”
Over in the VIP section, the socialites went from dead silence to a low buzz of gossip.
“That’s Emmy? Am I dreaming?”
“A military chopper… How did she even get her hands on something like that? And that soldier—did you see him? He looked like he walked out of a magazine.”
“Soldier? With that vibe, he’s way more than just a regular soldier. Since when did Emmy have friends like that?”
“Please. Who knows whose favor she’s currying now. She sure knows how to work her connections.”
Isabel cut in, her voice cool and sharp. “That’s enough. She’s here. Let’s see what she can do.”


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