Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

With a dark look, Sebastian hovered his mouse over a document icon and clicked on it. Then, he waved Sasha over to have a look at the file. While she was at that, he got up and got a glass of water for himself.

Sasha was a genius in finance. Sebastian believed that she could comprehend the issue with the document at just a glimpse without any explanation from him.

She settled in front of the computer and analyzed the document's content.

Five minutes later, she spotted some issues with it.

“The person who created this was either bad at it or had messed it up on purpose. It was just one piece of land. Yet the data submitted were split into auction, planning, construction...”

Sasha's eyebrows burrowed at the numbers on the screen.

The expression on Sebastian's face darkened even more at her analysis.

However, it was too early to conclude as a further investigation still needed to be done. Thus, they didn't dwell on it and retired for the night. When the lights turned off, thoughts of her son began racing through Sasha's mind as she lay in Sebastian's embrace on the bed.

“Oh, right. Wasn't Ian in charge of a project in school? How did he do? Did the operational department submit their proposal with the data this time?”

“I haven't looked at it yet...” Sebastian answered absentmindedly, his hands busy caressing Sasha in the dark.

His nonchalance annoyed Sasha.

Can't he be serious about it? We're talking about our son here!

he did not hear her silent complaint. Not long after, he found her lips with ease and kissed her. With a

Can we do

dark, passionate night, his

different? What was

get to sleep a wink. Their nightly activities

in the morning, Luke had just started another day at work in Avenport. He requested

Sebastian, who had gotten

he flipped the documents and skimmed through the summary report,

Luke answered, “Yes, Sir.”

finally got

Mr. Zeyl. Why did Mr. Hayes

ended, a couple of shareholders began

He likes everything to be immaculate. We were used to detail management and had forgotten about Mr. Hayes' habit after all these years with Solomon holding the

best, but the

assured, the other

later. The minute he reached the parking lot, he took out his phone and saw he had received a few text messages from

Mr. Hayes find out

on that. You knew Sebastian would be taking

submitted those reports to the Finance Department. I did want to

Winston texted: Useless!

cussing in the car