Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

The highest-ranking officer gave a sharp knock on the table, and the room fell silent. All eyes turned to the pair seated at the end of the table-Timothy and Beck.

Though both were from the military, they operated within different systems. Beck's side focused on talent acquisition and protection, while Timothy was all about the front line action.

Beck quickly brought up a holographic projection, displaying Miranda's profile for every higher-up in the military to see.

"Take a look at this young woman's profile. Eight months ago, a batch of highly advanced healing drugs appeared on the black market, followed by other categories of medication. These drugs are incredibly effective and beyond the capability of any pharmaceutical company in the world to produce. Each batch has been auctioned for astronomical sums in the market. Our investigation suggests that the mysterious pharmacist behind these drugs is in Zephra, and we've narrowed it down to this girl."

"During the time, we've also discovered that foreign entities have their eyes on her," Beck continued. "She hasn't admitted to anything, but we've seen her skills firsthand. I believe many of you have heard of Mr. Ashcroft, one of the Titans, who has been suffering from the SA virus for years. She cured him. She possesses the most advanced pharmaceutical technology and top-notch medical skills. I've been secretly assigning people to protect her, hoping to recruit her into our talent bureau. But..."

He shot a glance at Timothy. "Someone keeps trying to snatch her up for the front lines."

Upon hearing that, everyone turned to look at Timothy, who shot to his feet. "Do you know how good her aim is? Do you understand the value of a top sniper? If not, shut it!"

Beck pointed at Timothy. "She's a doctor! Do you know how valuable she is to the country?"

Scenes like this were commonplace in conferences, especially military ones. The form didn't matter; the outcome did.

"So what if she's a doctor? Who says doctors can't go to the battlefield?" Timothy said coldly. "Wouldn't it be great? A doctor and sniper, we'd save on bringing an extra medic with us."noveldrama

Beck replied, "I'm not going to argue with some dumbass."

He turned to the officers. "The purpose of today's meeting is to discuss whether she should be included in the military protection roster, safeguarding her as a national treasure. Once she's on that list, she shouldn't be involved in any dangerous activities, right, gentlemen?"

The officers exchanged mutual glances and murmured among themselves.

"That makes sense," the officer at the head table said, nodding as he smoothed things over. "Given Miranda's skills and potential, she undoubtedly qualifies for military protection. I believe no one here disagrees, but her future is beyond our control."

Being placed on the military protection roster meant Miranda's being enrolled among those who were safeguarded by the military as a numbered individual. Her

information and safety would be

prioritized by the military.

Those on this list were typically considered "national treasures" with critical importance to the country.

Beck and Timothy understood the senior officer's implications. They were left to battle it out themselves over Miranda's fate. The military wouldn't decide for her.

Miranda had her own measurement. And honestly, they had no control over her preferences.

"But ever since Mr. Ashcroft's

recovery, we've been keeping a close

eye on her. Her ability to cure the SA

virus is a huge boon to us. She's a benefactor to our military. So, I have only one requirement."

The senior officer looked at everyone and finally fixed his gaze on Beck. He

noted, enunciating each word, "She must not come to any harm."

The words were curt, both a requirement and a command. The room fell into a solemn silence.

"Understood!" Beck nodded firmly.

Timothy also nodded, though he glanced at Beck with a furrowed brow. Asking Miranda to join the military wasn't a bad thing, he assumed. Perhaps he could still make some efforts.

Back at her doorstep, Miranda suddenly sneezed. Rubbing her nose, she wondered why it felt like someone was thinking about her—and not in a good way.