Fearing that Nathan Moore would refuse again, Titus Zane hesitated on purpose and said, "Tonight... Alder Locke sang for me, a very touching love song..."
On the other end of the phone, hearing that Alder Locke sang a love song for his woman, Nathan Moore immediately tensed up, "What did he sing?"
"An English song, but I didn’t like it much. I want to hear you sing..."
Clutching the phone, Titus Zane chuckled slyly, a helpless sigh permeating into the earpiece, Nathan Moore compromised, "Alright, you little rascal, I’ll sing for you!"
"Mm, sing, I’m listening." Titus Zane slid down, lying on the bed, pulling the blanket up around his waist, resting his head on a soft pillow, and curving his lips in contentment.
Nathan Moore’s deep voice began, a familiar melody playing, yet Titus Zane couldn’t recall the name of the song.
Has anyone ever told you I love you so, has anyone ever cried in your diary...
Listening to the heartfelt singing, the curve of Titus Zane’s lips grew wider, and after Nathan Moore finished the entire song, Titus Zane said, "Nathan Moore, your singing is really beautiful. Next time, you should stand on stage and sing for me,"
"Okay," a word filled with deep affection, "It’s getting late, rest early. Once I’m done with the matters here, I’ll head to Capital City."
"Alright, good night."
Pocketing his phone, Titus Zane fell asleep with a smile on his lips.
In H City, at the hotel, Nathan Moore let out a heavy sigh as he put down the phone.
Rubbing the temple from calculating accounts, the guest insisted that the criminal robbed the finance and also assaulted them.
With the rapid spread of the incident, it majorly impacted the hotel’s operations. Now, the hotel was sealed by the authorities, ordering that matters be thoroughly investigated before normal business could resume.
As the end of the year approached, H City was the most favored holiday destination for tourists seeking to celebrate the New Year in the north. A single day’s closure could lead to sizable losses, and now, with three days passed and business suspended, the situation still had not progressed.
The man in the surveillance footage hid his face with a baseball cap, and just identifying someone by their build was challenging for the police.
And the victim claimed to have been too shocked at the time to remember the man’s face...
Suddenly, Nathan Moore developed a theory that the victim might be an accomplice of the criminal. After speaking to the victim several times, they stubbornly stuck to their initial story, and without evidence to prove his theory, the case reached a deadlock. To uncover the truth, he could only wait for the police to capture the criminal.
In a forsaken city in the U.S., inside a solitary building, Sister Hua lounged lazily on the sofa, her chestnut curls pinned up, her face, painted with delicate makeup, looking very approachable.
In one hand, she held a rosary, and with the other, she pressed against her temple.
Linda stood in the center of the room, head bowed, her once long beautiful hair now short. Attempting to steal data, she was caught by Wesley Foley, who immediately called the police. After being detained for over a month, it was only through bribing connections that she was released.
This mission’s failure brought a significant loss to the company, and per the contract, she had to pay the client ten times the penalty for breach.
This was the first time since the establishment of the company that it had suffered such a severe blow.
But the real loss was borne by Linda personally, as all compensation came out of her own pocket.
Gently closing her eyes, Sister Hua slowly massaged her temples, "Are you saying this mission’s failure is related to carry?"
"Yes, Sister Hua." Linda lifted her gaze to look at the languid woman on the sofa, "That man trusts her so much. carry could’ve easily obtained the design, yet she hesitated to make a move." Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥
Sister Hua continued massaging her temples in silence, having personally trained subordinates, one was arrested by the police, and the whereabouts of another was still unknown. Slowly opening her eyes, Sister Hua said, "You go rest first, I’ll send Caspian Warner to the domestic tomorrow."