The Love that Never Really Dies

“Sha, Andy asked if you would like to take on this project. But I do have to warn you, it’s kind of complicated despite having a huge budget to work with,” Lance told Sasha as soon as she arrived home after fetching her daughter.

It had been a month, and Sasha had her focus on her daughter all this while.

As for Andy, it seemed like he was doing pretty well on his own.

Wall Street titans like him enjoyed dealing with illegal businesses. Nevertheless, he recognized Sasha’s outstanding talent and ability.

Thus, he would hand over legitimate projects to her.

Sasha placed her daughter on the sofa and headed toward the study to go through the so-called complex project.

“This is situated in a war zone?”

“Indeed. Andy mentioned that it is a legit business although it’s in a warzone. A well-known local oil company is interested in collaborating with a pharmaceutical partner. Apparently, they’re in urgent need of such resources,” Lance explained in detail.

Yup, this does sound like something Andy would have done. After all, there are things that you can’t obtain in some countries even if you have all the money in the world.

As for this company, it needed a briefcase company to make things work.

Coincidentally, Andy offers such services.

Sasha flipped through the documents and did some calculations in her head. To her surprise, she realized she would earn millions from this particular project, and her interest was piqued.

“I’ll do it. It says here that we don’t necessarily have to meet them on site. So, let’s arrange a meeting in a safer nearby city to discuss the details.”

me ask.” Lance quickly went

hand, left the study and

you like for dinner? Mommy will make

dinner? I would like a big one, okay, Mummy? I can eat a huge drumstick!” she answered

sofa, folding paper

Sasha chuckled.

so much? She’s

went to

got off the sofa as soon she saw Sasha returning to the kitchen. She quietly snuck

Ian? It’s

Vivian? Have you had

like they had

dinner now.

as they were sad

gets to eat Mommy’s homemade drumsticks, but we can only eat that

gotten better now? Has he thought of Mommy? When will he come and visit me?” Vivian asked

been so long since I’ve last seen

at Vivian’s questions. “Not yet. He’s always at Ms. Rocke’s place, and Daddy hasn’t mentioned a

that mean

red as tears welled up

choked-up voice and quickly grabbed the smartwatch.