Bianca left.

Luke suddenly put down the blueprint he had been holding. He stood up and left his workstation, walking toward his wine cabinet instead. There, he took out a glass and filled half of it with wine, draining the whole thing with a frown.

This cursed lust!

It was already quite late when Bianca left the company, but thankfully there was one last subway to take her home.

Once she reached home, the first thing she did was reply to Jean’s messages on WeChat.

After that, she pulled out her luggage and started to organize the things she needed for her trip tomorrow.

Just then, her phone rang.

The caller ID said it was Jean.

“Aren’t you asleep yet? I thought I told you to rest early instead of calling me,” Bianca said in concern when she picked up.

“I’m not done with work yet, so I brought the stuff back to the hotel room to continue overtime.” Jean continued, asking her, “I saw your text earlier. Why are you going outstation too? Who will you be going with?”

“I don’t really know who yet. I’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning to find out,” Bianca replied.

“If there are men going with you, remember to stay away from them,” Jean reminded her. “After all, we just started working, so you don’t know them well enough yet.”

“Alright, I got it,” Bianca said. Immediately after that, she suddenly heard a hammering sound on the other end. It sounded like someone knocking on the door.

No, rather than knocking, it sounded more like someone trying to beat the door down!

“What’s the matter?” Bianca asked nervously.

“N-Nothing.” Jean was stuttering all of a sudden, but then he said quickly, “Talk to you later? I’ll check on what’s happening outside and then report back to you.”

He hung up before Bianca could tell him to be careful out there.

She lowered her head to look at her luggage and then at the phone she was holding, its screen dimming after the call ended. Bianca was worried now, concerned that Jean would encounter trouble out there too, with unfamiliar people in unfamiliar places.

Nothing happened that night.

The next day.

Bianca received a call from her colleague first thing in the morning.

She had stayed up until the wee hours of

tried calling him, but his phone

ten minutes later, a black Bentley stopped in front of her. A man and a woman

and got

them then got into

need a car there, the higher-ups had arranged for a male colleague to drive

her colleagues along the way. They got along quite well, laughing and joking with

was afternoon by the time they

back to our respective rooms first and

Bianca said with

a shower and changed into

done, she hung the clothes

all her preparations, she glanced at the time. It was already four o’clock

not called her even once since last night until now. He had not even

she finally had time, she gave Jean a

finally on this

went on for a while without

even more worried now, so she called him again. This time, her call

up. Will call you

and replied, “Okay, I’ll leave you to

seemed like he was safe on his end, at least. The person hammering on his door last night might have been a random drunkard going to

to his message, Bianca put her phone down, looking for something else to

soon as she turned, though, her phone

she had to turn back and check the

mess. “Hahahaha you guessed it fiber mesh I started an

who was supposedly “busy” right

Bianca frowned.

She sent him a

finally replied. “I was drawing something and my arm accidentally touched the screen.” That was why he sent her such a random string of

think

“Doot… Doot… Doot…”

rang her room

very cautious since she was in an unfamiliar

outside. “Miss Rayne, I’m Jason Doyle, Mr. Crawford’s special assistant. I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you to open

assistant, Jason Doyle, was quite well-known. Almost everyone

She opened the door.

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