Bianca left.

Luke suddenly put down the blueprint he had been holding. He stood up and left his workstation, walking toward his wine cabinet instead. There, he took out a glass and filled half of it with wine, draining the whole thing with a frown.

This cursed lust!

It was already quite late when Bianca left the company, but thankfully there was one last subway to take her home.

Once she reached home, the first thing she did was reply to Jean's messages on WeChat. 1

After that, she pulled out her luggage and started to organize the things she needed for her trip tomorrow.

Just then, her phone rang.

The caller ID said it was Jean.

"Aren't you asleep yet? I thought I told you to rest early instead of calling me," Bianca said in concern when she picked up.

"I'm not done with work yet, so I brought the stuff back to the hotel room to continue overtime." Jean continued, asking her, "I saw your text earlier. Why are you going outstation too? Who will you be going with?"

"I don't really know who yet. I'll have to wait until tomorrow morning to find out," Bianca replied. 1 "If there are men going with you, remember to stay away from them," Jean reminded her. "After all, we just started working, so you don't know them well enough yet."

"Alright, I got it," Bianca said. Immediately after that, she suddenly heard a hammering sound on the other end. It sounded like someone knocking on the door.

No, rather than knocking, it sounded more like someone trying to beat the door down!

"What's the matter?" Bianca asked nervously.

"N-Nothing." Jean was stuttering all of a sudden, but then he said quickly, "Talk to you later? I'll check on what's happening outside and then report back to you." 3

He hung up before Bianca could tell him to be careful out there.

She lowered her head to look at her luggage and then a t the phone she was holding, its screen dimming after the call ended. Bianca was worried now,

concerned that Jean would encounter trouble out there too, with unfamiliar people in unfamiliar places.

Nothing happened that night.

The next day.

Bianca received a call from her colleague first thing in

the morning.

She waited for her colleague outside her compound, her weariness showing on her face. She had stayed up until the wee hours of the morning last night, waiting for Jean's call to assure her everything was fine, but he never called. 1

calling him, but his

minutes later, a black Bentley stopped in front of her. A man and a woman got out

introduced themselves and got to know

three of them then

to the city they were assigned to. Since they would need a car there, the higher-ups had arranged for a male colleague to drive one of the company's Bentleys over there, for convenience's

her colleagues along

well, laughing and joking with

was afternoon by the time they reached H

go back to our respective rooms first and get changed, get some rest. We'll

took a shower and changed into

she hung the

she glanced at the time.

until now. He had not even sent her

finally had time, she gave Jean a

was finally on this

dial tone went on for a

so she called him again. This time, her call was outright

busy right now and I can't pick up. Will call you when I'm free." Soon, she received

replied, "Okay, I'll leave you to

at least. The person hammering on his door last night might have been a random drunkard going to the wrong hotel

to his message, Bianca put her phone down, looking

turned,

had to turn back and check the message on

was a WeChat message, but it was a complete mess." Hahahaha

fiber mesh I started an entrance fee iFeng..."

sender was Jean, who was supposedly "busy"

Bianca frowned.

sent him a question

drawing something and my arm accidentally touched the screen." That

not think much

"Doot... Doot... Doot..."

her room

cautious since she was in an unfamiliar

Mr. Crawford's special assistant. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to open

trusted special assistant, Jason Doyle, was quite well- known. Almost everyone in the company knew about him, and that included Bianca,

She opened the door.

barely greeted him when she lowered her head and saw that there were two tiny children standing

eyes bright and their teeth brighter. They looked like two

said, "These two are Mr. Crawford's children. Their father

had a bad feeling

particularly averse to taking care of kids for others, but it just felt so strange to

to take care of the children was because she was worried that seeing someone else's kids would keep

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