"Do you think I'm referring to that?"

"What exactly are you referring to, then?"

"Sneak some classified information out of lan Holcomb's laptop for me,” Shane requested with all seriousness.

"Mr. Morrison, it's illegal to steal. I'm a model citizen, you know." "Anyone else doing so would be committing theft. As his wife, all you're doing is getting some information from your husband.” His argument rendered Sage speechless.

She was familiar with Shane's working style after collaborating with him for a while. He could not seriously be asking for any classified information. She deduced that Giselle Rosethorn was the reason he asked her for help.

After a brief moment of silence, she said, "Hasn't Ms. Rosethorn had enough? What do you want me to do?"

"You're smart," he said. "Giselle heard from someone that you're starting work at Farsight Investment next month. She wants to join you."

"So?"

you need

“No, I don't!"

have a deal!" With that, Shane hung up on Sage. She was

Morrison! Why are

to be Sage's assistant, even though he was fully aware of

frustrated, she kicked the weeds by the flower garden. The weeds, seemingly retaliating against her, sprung back. She angrily stepped on

man in his mid-twenties. He donned athleisure wear and wore a pair

coincidence! I never thought I'd run into you here." He

voice, she finally recognized him as Thomas’ grandson, Zachary Brent. After years of not meeting each

Donald asked him to see Sage as a younger sister. Such a relationship might have been quite cheesy for others, but he and Sage got along pretty well. Despite

graciously greeted

at her. "Grandpa told me that you and Donald arrived yesterday. I had wanted to pick

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