Gravik knitted his brows tightly, his expression cold as he stared warily at the woman seated on the sofa.
There was certainly no shortage of exceptionally attractive guests and performers at this lively party.
But the woman's distinctive bearing and appearance left him absolutely certain that she was neither one of the island's "locals" nor anyone on Epstein's guest list.
To ensure his plan went smoothly, Gravik had painstakingly researched every guest coming to the island.
He knew each person's background, personality, and motives inside out.
If someone this unusual had been among them, there was no way he would have forgotten her.
With his carefully arranged plan thrown into disarray and this woman appearing so abruptly, Gravik readily connected the two events.
The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. Having some familiarity with Chinese literature, Gravik gritted his teeth, a fierce sense of resentment rising within him.
After all his meticulous maneuvering, he had never imagined he would become someone else's prey-and hers, at that.
Gravik's thoughts churned like raging waves. Unable to gauge her strength, he decided to proceed cautiously.
Of everyone present, only Nick Fury and Talos, that traitor to his own people, could still cause him a little trouble, and even that would barely sting.
As for Epstein's men, he had already dealt with them effortlessly.
Gravik calculated that he first needed to determine whether this woman had any accomplices.
If she's alone... Hmph.
The corners of Gravik's mouth lifted slightly into a cold smile.
As someone who had become the leader of the Skrull rebels, Gravik did possess a little of that so-called "wisdom."
Rather than attacking the woman immediately, he decided to establish her identity and purpose first.
He cleared his throat, trying to sound calm without sacrificing authority. "Beautiful