Reborn of Kate by Isla Rainfield

Chapter 203 Out of My League

As George was driving, he kept sneaking peeks at Kate in the back seat, occasionally looking genuinely surprised.

At the same time, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he hadn’t been paying enough attention to the Summer Estate lately, which was his job to look after.

Most of his time was consumed by dealing with Eric’s injury, juggling between the needs of the Davison Group and HN Studio, and barely giving the Summer Estate a second thought. This oversight meant he missed the fact that there was a sneaky mole in the mix at the estate!

Kate, on her part, was trying to play it smart by dating Eric to both cement their partnership and sniff out who the mole was.

Talk about complicated!

Madam was really starting to think like the Boss. She’d practically memorised his meeting video after watching it around twenty times…. Yeah, she was basically channelling the Boss now.

The car smoothly pulled up outside the partner factory.

Betty led the bodyguard squad from the Summer Estate, which was more than a dozen strong.

Madam, Boss, She greeted Kate and Eric with a warm smile as they stepped out of the car, then quickly shifted to a more severe tone to update Kate. “Madam, we caught the spy. She’s right

there!”

Betty looked mad. “I felt she was not

tree desperately trying to get

she worked in the kitchen, taking care of the groceries and washing vegetables. She used to get along okay

left, Terresa became quieter and kept to herself, doing her job under Betty

out this person was playing both

smirk, motioning with her finger and sounding unbothered, “Where’s her phone

quickly handed over Terresa’s phone to Kate, looking a bit reluctant as he mumbled, “We’ve looked through her phone; it’s clean, and we didn’t find

4:56 PM

of My

“awkward silence*

Finished

chats or something- after insisting on getting the phone so

phone to the Boss like it was nothing! And she even openly

around with the phone for a bit, he managed to bring back all

escape the bodyguard’s grip, but no luck–the guy was like a statue, holding her firmly. All she could do was

line. Totally the end for