Falling for My Contractual Wife

Chapter 183

Brian left in a hurry. Something had happened to the company.

One of the Francis Group’s payment software had a severe security flaw. Hackers could use this loophole to obtain a large amount of user information. If not fixed in time, it could cost the company hundreds of millions of dollars in losses. The security center detected that a hacker was currently trying to exploit this vulnerability. For now, they could only temporarily build a new defense system.

Brian joined a video conference. On the other end of the call, everyone in the design department was working overtime to fix the loophole.

Time ticked by. The ashtray on Brian’s table was filled with cigarette butts. He glanced at the time on his phone screen. It was almost six o’clock.

He seemed to have thought of something. He picked up his phone and scrolled until he found Mr. Booth’s number.

He instructed Mr. Booth over the phone. You don’t need to work overtime tonight.”

Grace was surprised that there was no overtime filming today. She was so angry at Brian that she had forgotten her fatigue. She still felt energetic when she got off work.

After Nancy and Grace had a meal, they returned to the hotel arm in arm.

A waiter pushing a cart of wine entered the elevator with them.

Nancy’s room was a floor below where Grace’s room was. When Nancy reached the fifth floor, she waved goodbye to Grace and said, “Sleep early tonight.”

Grace nodded, and the elevator door closed. When they reached the sixth floor, the waiter with the cart of wine got off on the same floor as Grace.

“Who would drink so much at night?”

waiter stop at the door to Brian’s

the waiter knocked on the

the clothes he had worn during the day. The pungent smell of cigarettes came from his room.

them paused for a moment. Brian was still holding a burning cigarette in his

she felt that Brian looked much more haggard, even though it had only been a

ordered

Grace lowered her head and took a few steps forward. without changing her expression. She swiped her card, entered her room, and closed

took a comfortable hot shower. After she dried her hair, she checked the time. It was

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and lay

heard a low, angry growl

loud, but Grace was agitated

last encounter. Brian had smoked so many cigarettes and drunk so much wine. Grace wondered whether he had encountered some trouble with

nothing to do with her. She

she thought about it, the more she

herself in a bathrobe

his room. She raised her hand and knocked on his door. Standing there, she could

be saying that there was something wrong with the program. It sounded like the situation was