Patricia sat in John's car, parked in front of the police station. She had called Agent John to pick her up, and his dumbfounded expression upon seeing her there was priceless. He bombarded her with questions, which only served to frustrate her further, but she knew she had to tell him everything. She spilled all the details about the police visit to the company, her trip to the station, and her encounter with Booze. John scolded her in a concerned tone, emphasizing the need for caution."Patricia, why are you so careless? What if the police figure out you're an agent? That means the CEO will surely find out, and your mission will be over. Your job is on the line, Pat. You need to be careful," he lectured, ending on a calmer note.Rolling her eyes, Patricia retorted, "Fine, I'll be careful. In fact, if I ever do anything stupid, I'll wear a mask. Happy now?""Very. That's a brilliant plan. You should definitely do that because if you get caught, the agency will deny any association wit

"This and this go together, right?" Loraine raised one of her thin brows at Marco, who was leaning dangerously close to her, causing her heart to race. Marco clasped his hands behind his back as he examined the picture of the necklace alongside a picture of a royal ball gown. He opened his mouth to speak, but Loraine quickly raised her hands, making him roll his eyes and move backward. Loraine could finally breathe again. "That is utterly rude," he tsked."Well, it's rude to hear terrible comments about my pairing. This is the thirtieth time you're going to say no when everybody else here finds it amazing. I seriously don't understand you, or maybe you lack fashion sense.""I do not lack fashion sense, I do have it. That's why I don't find the pairing suitable. It just doesn't look right to see them together.""Then what feels right to you?""Uhm... why don't you send me all the designs of your dresses, and I will design a necklace for each one that deserves the perfect match, except f

The moment Patricia raised her hand to knock on the door, John swung it open with the confidence of a magician who knew his assistant had already arrived. He stepped aside, making way for her entrance. Patricia glanced at him and let out an exaggerated sigh before stepping inside. As she crossed the threshold, a delightful aroma enveloped her senses, welcoming her to John's abode. Her nose twitched with excitement, and without even bothering to remove her handbag, which hung around her neck, she dashed into the kitchen. A smile stretched across her face as she beheld three plates of spaghetti and meatballs—her absolute favorite."You didn't even bother saying hi or asking how I'm doing. Instead, you went straight to the kitchen. How rude!" John tsked, shaking his head playfully as he followed her into the culinary paradise."I'm starving," Patricia mumbled, her mouth already filled with spaghetti. She pushed the delicious meal down her throat and carried her plate to the dining area. A

The limo parked in front of the red carpet as Marco stepped outside with his shades on, making his way to the left side to open the door for Patricia. As soon as she stepped out, her eyes were almost blinded by the flashing lights of the cameras. Marco noticed her discomfort and helped her stand up, then slid his hand over her waist. His driver shut the door for them, and they walked on the red carpet together.Patricia tried to force a smile, but her emotions were going haywire due to the warm hands on her waist. Marco suddenly stopped walking, leaving everyone around them confused, including Patricia.Left and right, different camera men, reporters, media houses, and fans were present, and the screams grew louder. Marco removed his blazer and put it on her shoulders, revealing his black two-button-up shirt. He took her purse and slid his hand into hers. The crowd awed, gushing at their newfound love.Patricia stared at him with widened eyes; inside of her, she was both furious and en

Marcella let out a theatrical sigh of disappointment, dramatically sliding down to the ground while her fellow officers bombarded her with questions. Ignoring their voices, she closed her eyes, pretending to be deep in thought about the next move. With flair, she inhaled deeply and exhaled, repeating the process until someone finally spoke. Her breath caught for a moment before she replied in a theatrical tone."They are not dealing with drugs, oh no! It's guns, motherfreaking guns! We need those, but compared to their weapons and ours, we stand no chance." The guy with pink-spiked hair and black-tipped ends snatched the binoculars from her slumped hand while the others were busy interrogating Marcella."Oh, I knew that," Marcella dramatically flung her eyes open, and the others turned their attention to the pink dude. He chewed on his lips, matching his hair color, and bent down to Marcella's level."Why didn't you tell us it was an arms exchange? You said drugs, not guns! What are we