Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

"Mr. Lucas has been very kind to me, recognising my potential like Bo Le recognized his horse. To me, the Morgan Group is like a root," Squirrel pondered before responding.

Chairman Zhao's eyebrows raised.

The two sat face to face, his hand resting on Squirrel's shoulder. Even as Squirrel spoke, Chairman Zhao's smile remained fixed on his face, especially warm.

Chairman Zhao began, "Roots may lie in the Morgan Group, but you must grow, sprout branches. Baisheng Group can offer you a vast and open stage."

At that moment.

A tremor went through Squirrel's mind, but he did not speak.

Silent moments were times to wait for added money.

Chairman Zhao was an old hand at this, too.

He chuckled, "I know you appreciate the Morgan Group's kindness. Serving Baisheng Group doesn't mean leaving Morgan. You just need to provide some technical assistance when we need it."

"Details of the cooperation should be discussed with Mr. Lucas," Squirrel said, impervious.

Chairman Zhao wasn't annoyed but instead pulled out a card.

A small square, platinum-colored, shimmering in the bright indoor light, somewhat dazzling to Squirrel's eyes.

Squirrel's gaze was immediately captured.

Chairman Zhao, his face brimming with amusement, slipped the card into Squirrel's pocket and whispered, "Consider this a bit of spending money, have fun with it."

"Chairman Zhao, this..."

"We're all family here, there's no need for formalities between us."

"Alright... okay then."

Squirrel half-heartedly accepted Chairman Zhao's generosity.

They chatted idly for a while longer.

The night deepened.

Squirrel left.

In the vast room, under the bright lights, Chairman Zhao's mouth curved into a smile.

He didn't expect that Squirrel could be won over in a mere few words.

But now that Squirrel had taken the bank card, in time, just by showing him the recording of him taking it, he would naturally join Baisheng Group.

Because, if Lucas came to know of this recording, Squirrel's position at Morgan would be untenable.

Once the seed of doubt is sown, it leads to endless suspicion.

However, Chairman Zhao did not know that all of this was anticipated by Squirrel.

Or rather, anticipated by the person behind Squirrel.

—Lin Chuan.

"Falcon, just as you predicted."

In the dead of night, quietly, Squirrel sent Lin Chuan a message.

Lin Chuan was a night owl and had not yet gone to bed.

At this moment, seated before the computer at home, he had brewed a cup of the black tea Xia Qingqing had given him, slightly relaxed, and smirked upon reading Squirrel's message.

He promptly replied, "You've done well; just continue with the plan as we discussed."

"Okay."

Squirrel cut off communication with Lin Chuan.

Lifting his tea, Lin Chuan took a sip and then shared this update with Li Tong.

Li Tong was so excited she couldn't sleep all night.

To think, she had never imagined undercover work could be conducted in this fashion.

In just a matter of days, Lin Chuan had his subordinate Squirrel leap from an obscure technical staffer in a cybersecurity department of a Morgan subsidiary to securing a three-tier jump.

Not only had she moved into the main company of Morgan's Asia-Pacific Branch, but she also made connections with Chairman Zhao at Baisheng Group.

Now, Squirrel wasn't just an undercover agent.

She was an ace agent!

Li Tong found it unbelievable, marveling inwardly at the true strength of an "ace agent" author.

It was truly terrifying!

On Lin Chuan's side.

The Little Landlady stepped into Lin Chuan's study in a white chiffon nightgown, holding a kettle to top off his tea.

"Chairman, working late again tonight?"

After pouring the tea, the Little Landlady set aside the kettle and stood behind Lin Chuan, placing her hands on his shoulders and gently kneading.

The soft pressure on his shoulders allowed Lin Chuan to momentarily put aside his work. His hands moved away from the keyboard and tenderly held the Little Landlady's delicate white hands, caressing them as he softly asked, "Missing me?"

Lately, Lin Chuan had been busy dealing with matters between Morgan Group and Baisheng Group, indeed somewhat neglecting the Little Landlady.

At this point, Lin Chuan looked up at the Little Landlady.

Her fair, blushing cheeks, high nose bridge, clear bright eyes, lips slightly pursed with a faint smile, the heating was on at home, and the thin white chiffon nightgown appeared rather cool, revealing her long legs.

Lin Chuan could not help but give them a gentle squeeze.

"Cough!"

The Little Landlady protested with a scoff, "Chairman, what are you thinking of!"

Pulling the Little Landlady into his embrace, Lin Chuan was relieved the chair was sturdy, or the combined weight might have caused insufferable damage. Find more to read at empire

"Don't you?" Lin Chuan chuckled.

The Little Landlady poked Lin Chuan's temple with her index finger, snickering, "Chairman, what's going through that head of yours?"

"If I were slick, I could answer that it's full of you," Lin Chuan laughed heartily.

"Then say it; I love hearing that."

The Little Landlady blushed, batting her beautiful eyes.

"Do I need to say it? Hasn't it always been so?" Lin Chuan retorted.

The Little Landlady wrinkled her nose, "Alright, let's talk business."

"Speak, my little magnate," Lin Chuan said, hugging her earnestly.

The Little Landlady shifted to find a comfortable position in Lin Chuan's embrace before speaking, "Old Zhang is asking if you're free tomorrow?"

"What's up with Old Zhang? Any trouble over at Goldstone Edge?"