Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

In the end, Zoe didn't change her clothes. After all, Peter didn't mind and she thought she looked good. After handling the matter, she could go on a date with Peter. It was nice to dress up, and she wore a thin coat.

This way, it was not too revealing, and she could maintain the style she was going for.

On the way.

Peter sat in the back seat with a laptop and frowned. "This guy is really sick. He claimed that the country was behind the cover-up because Mrs. Fuller Senior had access to some top secret. How could such a fool live so long? Why did he come up with a conspiracy theory instead of studying?"

"We are making peace with each other. Don't pick a fight with him because of this," Zoe reminded him.

"Don't worry, when have I dropped the ball when it comes to handling matters for Mr. Fuller?" Peter's fingers drummed against the laptop. "But I suspect that this matter will not be settled easily. Where did you plan to meet up with him?"

"It's in a cafe downtown. Don't worry, the place was chosen by me, and I've called someone in advance." Zoe said after a pause, "Mr. Fuller gave me temporary authority. I don't need to worry about security. We need to determine his motive and if this is connected to Christopher."

"Okay, I understand."

Soon, the car arrived at the coffee shop downtown.

Zoe parked the car and got out with Peter. They pushed the door open and the aroma of coffee wafted past them.

Peter took the photo of the person they were supposed to meet and scanned the room. Finally, he noticed a man wearing a hat in a corner. He looked like he was in his early twenties. His face was very pale and he looked tired.

"Is it him?" Zoe was unsure. The man in the photo looked vibrant, and the one in front of her was too gloomy.

"It's him." Peter nodded. "That's him."

Zoe looked at the photo and then at the man again. She shook her head and said, "They don't look alike."

"If you do what he does for a living, you'll age horrendously, too." Peter despised this kind of person the most, misusing his skills and disrupting society.

A shameless person.

They stood in front of the man and slid the photo to him. "Who told you to do this?"

"Give me 100,000 dollars and I'll delete the post immediately." The man didn't raise his head or look at the photo. He took out a USB flash drive. "You can use this flash drive and remove all the posts in an instant."

Peter frowned in disgust. He had thought of 10,000 possibilities why someone would do this, but he had never expected the reason to be money.

as disgusting

a virus embedded in the flash drive, so he took out a spare laptop and examined it for malware. After finding nothing, he pulled out the flash drive and switched back to his original laptop. The post was

Peter released the document that was prepared by him, he tossed the man a

cheque and lowered his

doing this for 100,000 dollars?" Zoe looked at his retreating back and did not know what to say for

and it's chump change for Mr. Fuller and Ms. Emerson. However, for ordinary people, one hundred thousand could be a year's salary. Yet he made that amount

He had a point.

Zoe nodded thoughtfully.

the coffee shop and returned to

asked in a low voice, "Mr. Fuller, should we

"No need."

"What if..."

dollars. In his opinion, it would be only a success

He opened his mouth to offer words of comfort to him, but did Mr. Fuller really

silently in

At this very moment.

In the room.

a suicide by jumping. She clicked on it, only to find that there were different speculations about the case. The general consensus was that an elderly person

It was so pitiful.

the page. She felt uncomfortable reading news

In the afternoon.

day out. She

doing?" Sheryl suddenly pointed out the window with her

saw a person with a camera taking pictures of the lights beside

there to

take it to heart. She just committed the photographer's face to memory. After finishing up, she took

the

was a

but she felt it was too dangerous. She could only constantly turn her head and memorize the person's appearance out of the corner

wouldn't do, she could find a sketch artist who could draw that

tugged at the hem of

area. He wouldn't dare to do anything. Have a good time with

"Okay," She replied obediently.