<b>Chapter </b>60: Temptations<b>, </b>Investigations<b>, </b><b>and </b>Revtions–<b>2 </b>


    “We traced her whereabouts,” Frank continued. “She’s already been smuggled out of the country. However, the identities of those who escorted her remain unknown. Both our private detectives and the police hit dead ends quickly; the clues keep breaking off, as if someone powerful is deliberately covering up.”


    My fingers tapped rhythmically along the desk, brows drawn tight in contemtion. “Seems the force behind them is formidable.”


    After a pause, I asked, “Did you check with the Grey family?”


    Frank nodded. “Yes, Alpha. Their response remains unchanged–they im Ethan Grey was unaware that Jessica Sullivan was your former admirer, and they insist it was merely a casual interaction between a man and a woman.”


    I kept my expression inscrutable, though internally my suspicions deepened. Arger, more sinister conspiracy seemed to be lurking beneath these recent events.


    First Grace’s k<b>********</b>g, then the attack on Olivia, and now Jessica Sullivan’s mysterious disappearance–all connected, all pointing to an enemy with resources and patience.


    “Keep digging,” I ordered. “And double the security around Olivia. I want her protected at all times.”


    (Olivia’s POV)


    Friday morning at Moow Legal Services started like any other day. I was reviewing case files when a notification popped up on my phone.


    The new litigation department head Caroline Lewis had posted in the group chat: [Tonight, our department dinner party. Voluntary attendance. Time and ce to be announcedter.]


    I smiled to myself. Since Caroline had taken over, the office atmosphere had improved dramatically. Keh Westfield had been arrested for statutory r**e, and Valerie Pierce had resigned after I sessfully sued her for nder.


    For the first time since joining Moow, I actually enjoyeding to work.


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    Chapter 60: Temptations.


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    My phone buzzed again with a private message from Jade Mitchell: [Lawyer Winters, will you go tonight?]


    Since I’d rescued Jade from an assant a few weeks ago, she’d be something of a loyal admirer. Caroline had even arranged for her to serve as my assistant, and we’d bonded into genuine friends.


    I quickly replied, [Sure, since I’m free after work anyway.]


    Jade responded cheerfully, [Yay! If you’re going, then I’ll definitely go!]


    The dinner was set in a decent western restaurant. The food was excellent, and the


    conversation flowed easily among colleagues who, for once, weren’t trying to


    undermine each other.


    After eating, someone suggested moving to a bar for drinks. Normally, I would have declined, but after everything I’d been through recently–Grace’s k********g, Connor’s


    injury, the failed engagement ceremony–I was exhausted and tightly wound.


    Maybe it was time to let myself rx a little.


    “Sure, why not?” I agreed, surprising even myself.


    We headed to a quiet lounge–style bar, whereughter and conversation swirled


    around us. Though my alcohol tolerance was poor, I epted a cocktail, then


    another.


    Soon my cheeks were flushing bright pink, and my mind growing pleasantly hazy. The


    tension I’d been carrying for weeks began to melt away.


    By my third drink, I was giggling uncontrobly, teetering unsteadily on my barstool. “Let me tell you, I… I’m the Monkey King of Flower–Fruit Mountain, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven! You all… you all better bow down before me!”


    Some of my colleagues, tipsy themselves, copsed over the table snoring. Others who remained sober–including Jade, who didn’t drink at all–watched with


    amusement, recording my antics on their phones.


    Jadeughed along, calling out, “Pay respects to the Monkey King!”


    I burst into more giggles. “And my fiancé, he’s… he’s the best fiancé in the world, you


    know? He’s liked me for a long, long time… hee hee hee…”


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    Jade teased, “Oh? So much sweetness!”


    +8 Points


    “I’ll tell you a secret, but don’tugh,” I continued, eyes ssy with drunken mirth. “My fiancé, even though he looks so amazing, actually… he kinda has a problem in the bed


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    Someone else nearby, still sober, prodded curiously, “What problem?”


    I just giggled foolishly again, swaying slightly on my seat. “Well, I’m not afraid of youughing at me, my fiancé… he seems to have a bit of an issue with… you know… that…


    (Adrian’s POV)


    I was nursing my moonlight wine at the bar counter when I overheard the drunken


    woman’s words. Her honey–brown hair was slightly disheveled, her amber eyes unfocused as she giggled about her fiancé’s apparent bedroom problems.


    “Pfft-“I nearly choked from amusement at the revtion that “your fiancé has a problem in that department.”


    After I finishedughing, I quickly whipped out my phone. I recognized the woman from Harbor City’s social events–Olivia Winters, now engaged to Connor Rivers but formerly Ethan Grey’s girlfriend.


    This was too good not to share. I tapped out a message to Ethan, whom I knew through Harbor City’s elite social circles: [Heard that you have some, uh, ‘bed performance issues‘?]


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