In a luxurious penthouse room in a particular city, a man in a gray suit sat sipping a glass of red wine. His gaze was fixed on a flat-screen TV, engrossed in the live stream that he had eagerly awaited.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he witnessed the red-haired girl mercilessly killing his people with precision and speed. Her control over her shooting and the way she moved reminded him of someone he knew all too well.

"What an interesting little girl," the man in the gray suit spoke in a deep, casual voice, the sound resonating through the room. "She possesses the same abilities as her mother..." he mused, shaking his head with a tinge of melancholy.

Taking another sip of his wine, he declared, "Do not harm or kill her! I require her to entice her mother out of hiding."

...

In the Piers' house, the man with shoulder-length hair touched a black earbud in his ear before replying in a low voice, "Understood, master!" His gaze remained sharp as he discreetly checked the small camera pin hidden in his jacket, ensuring the red-haired girl by the door remained unaware.

He cleared his throat before speaking, "Throw away your gun, now! Or I will blow your father's head off!" His voice sounded threatening, but Scarlett didn't budge. She was still pointing her gun at the man, ready to blow his head off.

"I'm serious, Scarlett Piers! I'm not a patient person..." The man's words confirmed Scarlett's suspicions. He was merely a pawn, controlled by someone else.

She noticed a flickering red dot on his black jacket and thanks to her ability to read lip movements, she saw him speaking to someone. It had to be Jude Withers, her wicked uncle, right?

Suppressing her emotions, refusing to give them the satisfaction of witnessing her anger, she stared at the pin camera sharply. 

"Hello, Mr. Withers! If you have the courage, come find me. I'm not afraid of you..." Scarlett maintained her calm expression but deep down, she really wanted to go to Country X and kill him.

The man with shoulder-length hair was shocked to hear this woman correctly address his master.

'HOW ON EARTH DOES THIS DAMN GIRL KNOW?' he shouted inwardly, utterly taken aback by this sudden twist.

Scarlett paid no attention to the look of shock on the man's face. Her eyes remained fixed on the camera pin as if she were speaking directly to the person on the other end.

"Mr. Withers, next time, don't send such a weakling after me!" she declared, firing her gun at the man's head.

"Just wait, I will come after you..." Scarlett silently vowed as she watched the man with shoulder-length hair fall to the floor, almost falling over Jonathan Piers' body.

Scarlett hurried to her father's side, checking his pulse. Her tense and fearful expression gradually softened as she felt a faint but still present pulse.

Once she was sure her father was still alive, she removed the pin camera from the man's jacket, along with his cell phone. She needed to trace the person who had been watching her from the other end.

Before, she wasn't sure if the man monitoring her through the camera was truly Jude Withers. She had merely tried to bluff, creating a distraction to seize an opportunity to eliminate the man with shoulder-length hair.

...

After finishing his search of the first floor, Logan rushed up to the second floor. He found lifeless bodies in the corridors and bedrooms, causing him to grow increasingly concerned about his young madam.

Suddenly, he heard movement coming from the room at the end of the corridor. He swiftly made his way toward the room.

What he witnessed inside left him in shock; his young madam, Scarlett, covered in blood, cradling Jonathan Piers in her arms. Four lifeless men lay strewn across the room in strange positions.

"T-This..." He couldn't finish his words as Scarlett shouted at him. 

"Logan, call an ambulance immediately!" Scarlett said as soon as she saw Logan enter the room.

"I've already called," Logan replied, quickly approaching Scarlett to check on Jonathan Piers. "Ma'am, I'm so sorry..." he said with genuine concern.

Scarlett didn't respond to Logan's words. Her mind was overwhelmed, a mix of horror and anger consuming her. Yet, she tried to suppress her anger and instead focused on praying, desperately pleading to God for her father's life.

She sincerely prayed for her father's well-being. Although Jonathan was not her biological father, she considered him her true parent. He had given her his last name and treated her as his own daughter since she was born.

After slightly calming herself down, Scarlett glanced at Logan, who was still standing nearby while checking his cell phone. She asked, "Are there any survivors down there?"

"Yes, I found three people who still have a pulse," he replied, placing his cell phone back in his pocket.

"And what about Aunt Lana and Uncle Adams?" Scarlett's voice trembled as she mentioned their names. Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of losing her beloved Aunt Lana, but she fought to hold them back.

"Aunt Lana," Logan paused for a moment, noticing Scarlett's pale face, "She still has a pulse, but it's feeble. As for Mr. Adams, I couldn't detect a pulse."

Scarlett was saddened by the news of Uncle Adams, but a glimmer of hope flickered within her when she heard that Aunt Lana might still survive. Her colorless face gradually regained a tinge of pink. "Logan, how long until the ambulance arrives?" she asked, her voice still filled with unease.

Logan looked at his watch. "They should be here in four to five minutes."

"That's good."

"Mam, allow me to carry Mr. Piers downstairs so that the medics can attend to him as soon as they arrive," Logan suggested. Scarlett could only nod in agreement with Logan's proposal.

"Logan, please arrange for someone to clean up the house and take care of everything," Scarlett instructed as she followed Logan down the stairs. From the landing, she could see a group of well-built men with cropped hair gathered in the living room. They were undoubtedly Xander's men, always keeping a watchful eye on her from a distance.

"Don't worry, ma'am. I'll take care of everything. However," Logan paused and turned back to face Scarlett, "...you should change your clothes first, ma'am," he suggested.

Scarlett stopped in her tracks, staring at her bloodstained clothes. She didn't utter a word but headed straight to her bedroom to clean up.