Chapter summary of Chapter 712 – Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy by E. L. Clarke
In Chapter 712, a key chapter of the acclaimed Romance novel Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy by E. L. Clarke, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy.
The firefight raged on, with neither side showing any mercy, each hoping to sink the other with a single, well-placed shot.
But something was off.
“Boss, Subterra Vanguard is acting strangely,” Flint noted, staring at the drone feed. “It looks like they’re protecting their rearmost ship while simultaneously attacking our cargo vessel.”
Part of the cargo was their own supplies for the fight, but the vast majority was a shipment destined for a certain military base that they were transporting along the way. If Subterra Vanguard managed to seize it, the consequences would be dire.
“There’s a high probability Specter is on that ship in the back,” Shanley said, his lips thinning into a grim line.
“Boss, should we focus our attack on that vessel?” Flint asked.
"No." Shanley crossed his arms, a low, magnetic chuckle rumbling in his throat. He raised an eyebrow. "Specter is too smart for that. You think he’d just wait in a ship for me to kill him?"
"Then he…" Flint trailed off, scratching his nose in confusion.
"Knowing Specter…" Shanley turned to gaze out the foggy window, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "He’s not one to sit and wait. He’s probably already snuck aboard our ship, preparing to assassinate me."
“What?” Flint was instantly on high alert, gripping his gun and scanning their surroundings nervously. “Boss, should I call for more men?”
“It wouldn’t matter how many you called. They can’t stop Specter.” Shanley shook his head, slowly shrugging off his trench coat to reveal the black silk shirt underneath. He then put on a life-like mask that completely concealed his identity unless inspected up close.
“Have everyone on this ship retreat to the others,” Shanley ordered coolly, fiddling with a high-precision rifle. “You, Felton, and Flint, leave as well.”
“Boss, what about you?” Flint’s eyes widened.
“I’ll be waiting for Specter.” Shanley’s mouth curved into a cold smile. “If you stay here, you’ll just die for nothing.”
“Boss—” Flint’s expression changed, his reluctance clear.

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