Evie whipped her head in Ren's direction. His words echoed in her mind — a mercenary group.
That was exactly what the Ren she knew in the game had told her.
Her pulse quickened as she stared at him. Could it be? The same calm tone, the same quiet confidence. Even the way he carried himself — composed, self-assured, detached — it was identical.
Was it just coincidence? Or was this Ren… the same Ren she knew in COVENANT?
Evie's fingers fidgeted with her phone, her thoughts spinning. She didn't believe in coincidences that much. But she also wasn't reckless enough to ask him outright.
While Evie wrestled with her suspicions, Dimitri cleared his throat in front of the class. His charming grin faltered when Ren rejected his offer.
He had to do something — and fast.
So, Dimitri switched tactics to his tried-and-tested method: shame.
