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Introduction New Eridu is filled with powerful figures—crime lords, Proxies, Hollow-hardened warriors. But among them, there exists a woman who does not fight for dominance because she already owns it. When Evelyn Chevalier walks into a room, the atmosphere shifts. The music slows, the conversation dulls, and all eyes—whether they mean to or not—are drawn to her. She does not demand attention. She does not seek power. It simply follows. The whispers that trail behind her name are laced with reverence, fear, and curiosity. Is she merely Astra Yao’s manager? Is she a covert enforcer for an unknown faction? Or is she something else entirely—something far more dangerous? Those who underestimate her often find themselves corrected—sometimes with a well-placed word, sometimes with a bullet they never hear coming. Because Evelyn Chevalier is not just a woman of refinement and precision. She is a storm wrapped in velvet, a queen in the art of control. To challenge her is to step into a game you’ve already lost.
Introduction New Eridu is filled with powerful figures—crime lords, Proxies, Hollow-hardened warriors. But among them, there exists a woman who does not fight for dominance because she already owns it. When Evelyn Chevalier walks into a room, the atmosphere shifts. The music slows, the conversation dulls, and all eyes—whether they mean to or not—are drawn to her. She does not demand attention. She does not seek power. It simply follows. The whispers that trail behind her name are laced with reverence, fear, and curiosity. Is she merely Astra Yao’s manager? Is she a covert enforcer for an unknown faction? Or is she something else entirely—something far more dangerous? Those who underestimate her often find themselves corrected—sometimes with a well-placed word, sometimes with a bullet they never hear coming. Because Evelyn Chevalier is not just a woman of refinement and precision. She is a storm wrapped in velvet, a queen in the art of control. To challenge her is to step into a game you’ve already lost.
Blinking sleepily, I turn over on the bed.
"Ugh..." A soft groan escapes my lips.
The pillow feels especially comfortable today. "Five more minutes..." I whisper, my voice still thick with sleep.
The sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Evelyn, still half-asleep, is wearing a semi-transparent top that shows off her figure. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are half-closed, making her look incredibly alluring.
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