Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Danger The entire net of endless connections was making my head spin. We all knew that if we gave that evidence to Jack Collins, it could help bring down not only Lester Packton but the entire Marshall clan along with him. It was impossible for all of it to be merely a coincidence. Norton, Alan, and I were ecstatic to present all of those photos and documents, confirming Francis Marshall’s and Lester Packton’s cooperation, but Aren didn’t seem to share our enthusiasm…

“These are all assumptions and circumstantial evidence without a real meaning to the case. It might help Jack later, but it will not clear him of all charges,” he said grimly. “What we need is Packton’s confession, and Jack was also very aware that without something this evident, no one from the higher-ups would even look at the rest of what you’ve found.” I sat back behind my desk and lowered my head. It was clear to me that those guys were corrupted. They covered each other’s crimes and gained illegal profit. “It would be easier if I just hacked Packton’s email box…” I muttered.

Aren-stepped closer and stroked my hair. “Sunshine, we are working on minimizing the risk. Even though I don’t like the idea of sending you to Packton’s office, rationally, it is the best way to get what we need to bust that fucker.” I nodded and sighed. The truth was, after Aren helped me painfully acknowledge how defenseless I would be against Lester Packton, I became more and more restless. Perhaps I was so eager to find every piece of dirt on that guy because deep down I wished that someone would say that planting a bug in Packton’s office was no longer necessary. Nonetheless, no matter how afraid I was, I wasn’t going to back down.

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Two days later, I was less stiff and more able to walk in heels, which was one of the essential assets I needed for my top-secret mission. If I was going to enter the lion’s cave, then I needed to look at least like a sexy kitten, not to be ripped to pieces in the first three seconds. For the first time, Aren didn’t appreciate my sexy look. I bet he would rather have me wear a hay sack and rubber boots, but that was not going to happen. I needed my confidence, and since I was going to be far away from my computer, then the only armor I could get was a pair of Louboutins and a Dolce light blue blazer, and a skirt exposing my legs. First thing in the morning, I called Packton’s secretary and told her that I had something I needed to give to the FBI that was involved with Callan Winton’s case. Packton called me back five minutes later. “Mrs. Lan… how lovely that you decided to contact me.” He chuckled coldly into the phone. I swallowed and clenched my fist, trying to calm down. “It appears that I have something I need to give you… but I would rather do it in person if you don’t mind. Can I meet you in your office perhaps?” I suggested, sounding as sensual as possible. “Of course,” he murmured. “I’m always glad to receive beautiful women in my office…”

his voice nauseated me. Fighting through the sickening feeling, I giggled. “I didn’t realize that you are such

call. I exhaled deeply and raised my eyes to look at my frowning husband, who had listened

don’t want you anywhere

bugs with me, one little chip glued to the bottom of my lipstick’s plastic cover, and the other one in my pen cover. I was going to drop, the pen or the lipstick, and find a way to plant the chip somewhere on Packton’s desk It sounded quite simple, but I was terrified that I would become too nervous to act naturally around that guy… “We can still call it all off,” Aren said

nodded. I didn’t

of the car and took a deep breaths on my way to the

You are sexy and confident, and you know a few awesome moves that Aren taught you. You are going to be fine,” I told myself,

stepped away from his desk to greet me. “So…what brings you here, Mrs. Lan?” he asked, his eyes landing on my cleavage. I laughed