Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 120

Not far from here was the Rose Room.

“Head on over first,” Brian whispered to his companions.

“How are you going?” Drifting his gaze past Remington’s shoulder, Brian caught Dave at the end of the hallway.

Dave nodded slightly in greeting, a silent acknowledgment of Brian’s presence.

“I was just about to tell you,” Remington murmured in response to the unspoken question in Brian’s eyes.

As Brian watched Dave exit into the courtyard, he noticed a familiar figure busily packing up some equipment.

He frowned, trying to place the person, but before he could get a clearer view, Dave had already closed the door behind him.

“What are you looking at?” Remington followed his gaze with a puzzled look.

pause, shaking off the feeling. “I must’ve

the base,” Brian continued, his voice low. “Grandpa’s been worried sick about you ever since

Brian’s grandfather, who was also Remington’s great–uncle, had practically raised Brian in the family compound, which was separated from Remington’s house by a mere

Davis doing?” Remington asked, pausing

you should never have

response caught

force, upholding the family’s legacy. With the Morales name on his shoulders, there was no room

of family, you should visit your flancée while you’re back. It’s been nearly two years,”

times. The last encounter was brief, during a seven–day leave when the Morales family hastily arranged their engagement party. He barely remembered what she looked like, only that she was

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didn’t want to dwell on it. Inside the Rose Room, he quickly steered the conversation back

last without some serious tech skills like

Remington peered through the window at the dance floor and mused. “That’s not the point. The point is that

flickered to Natalie and then to the