"Man, it's barely 8 AM. Please, just let me sleep." Randy groaned.

He had been up all night, trailing after Marion to this remote island. The moment they'd arrived, Marion had made him rent a car for a whole month and now had dragged him to this desolate beach to spy on the filming. If it weren't for the fact that Marion was his best friend, Randy would've bailed long ago. This wasn't his idea of fun.

He muttered under his breath, "I swear, even secret agents don't have to do this much."

"Let's just watch a little longer," Marion said, peering through the binoculars.

His attention focused on the small fishing boat where Debra and Juan were boarding.

"Go buy a fishing boat."

"What?"

Randy practically jumped out of his seat. 'We're out of nowhere. Where am I supposed to get a boat?'

This place was a bit too rustic for his taste. Wealthy men like him usually didn't come to places like this for romance. The location, the accommodations, and even the rented car sucked.

He sighed, unwilling to waste money like that. But soon, he found himself buying a boat.

fishing boat, Randy

the boat, catching up with Debra

in the area, so few people would notice

as the massive net was lowered

skeptically, "Are you sure we can catch anything with

replied with a

a shot," Debra said, her hands

was left to Juan, who managed to throw the net into the sea with the help of the fishermen. Now, they just had to sit still and wait for the fish

Debra's first time fishing, so she was still

on and

anythinge Cent.

crabs and

belongs to en.kikint

the deep ocean,

call. "Send over the best

boat arrived, delivering several boxes of lobsters, crabs, and everything else top-tier. One of the fishermen approached, asking respectfully, "Mr. Houston,

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