Each of them was sitting in front of a laptop, wearing headphones, and typing away. They were fully focused.Shawn nodded and called Spencer over. "Stay here. Serve the guests well.""I said no need. Are you deaf? Get out!" The person yelling was an irritable man with a stubble.Shawn remained calm. "This is our teahouse's etiquette. You can have no orders, but we must still serve you.""You really don't understand plain language. I told you we don't need your service. Get out!"The man's patience was running out. He stood up and pushed Shawn and Spencer out. Just as he was about to close the door, Shawn suddenly pushed him back, swiftly and concisely pinning him down on the couch. "Spencer! Unplug their laptops!"The man cursed out, "Fuck!"However, the others were not pushovers. They quickly got up, closed their laptops, and stopped Spencer. "Turns out there are actually hidden talents in such a small teahouse."After saying that, they all smashed their teacups and started

They had set up bugs in Xander's private room in advance to listen to his conversations, but they hadn't expected Shawn to be so keen. He had discovered the bugs so quickly! They confessed to the illegal surveillance but insisted they had done it of their own accord. They claimed that they had been tempted by greed and had wanted to steal valuable business intelligence for money. Xander shrugged it off. "We were just chatting about mundane things. It wasn't anything sensitive." This case alarmed Howard, not only because of Xander's prominent status but also because it involved another high-ranking individual, Isaac Wilde from the Internal Revenue Service. They shook hands and teased him, saying, "Howard, this is your jurisdiction. It seems quite dangerous that even conversations with friends can be eavesdropped on." Howard was embarrassed and quickly apologized. "I'll strengthen control measures."However, private conversations between an Internal Revenue Service officer and

"Get in." Xander's voice was heavy. Hazel hesitated for a moment, unsure if he was talking to her. "Mr. Fulton?" "Gracie," Xander ordered. He rarely called her "Gracie" anymore. It seemed that he was genuinely angry. "Do you hear anyone speaking?" Grace asked the driver next to her. The driver was already sweating profusely and couldn't muster a smile. "Ms. Lewis, it's Mr. Fulton." "Then, just pretend you didn't hear him. He always likes to turn a blind eye anyway, so let him have his way." Grace fastened her seatbelt. Xander's gaze was sharp as he stared straight at Grace. "I forgot to tell Chief Donegan that he should just give Ms. Lewis a medal for bravery. She's always so eager to help." His words were laced with sarcasm and mockery. Grace stiffened her neck and replied, "He was injured. I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. I'm not as heartless as some people." "I've never seen anyone die from a cut." Grace mumbled, "You're so petty to get angry over this

Grace seemed to realize that she had lost her composure and turned away. Jake furrowed his brow, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the documents in his hand. He had indeed seen Grace jump from the second-floor window to escape that day. He snapped sharply, "I wonder if you care about Xander or Shawn." She had taken such a big risk just to keep that secret hidden. At that moment, Jake didn't have a good impression of her. In fact, he felt disgusted by her. In the end, she turned out to be no different from the other women he had encountered. "I'll take this. But how can I be sure that you haven't told Xander?" "Then, how can I be sure you won't betray me? You might send the photos to Xander even after gaining this information." The two stared at each other challengingly. "If you don't say anything, I won't send it." Grace smiled and crossed her arms. "Jake, you must take me for a fool. How about this? Give me the backups of the photo, and I'll give you mine

"That's impossible." Timothy looked at the document again. The amount of tax fraud came to a total of ten figures. "There's no reason for Grace to do so! The Lewis family doesn't lack money, and neither does she!""Don't you get it, Timothy? It's not about money. It's about feelings!" Benjamin said heavily. He looked wretched and in pain. "She went through so much with our family. She hates me and Hawkins Group! She probably sowed the seeds for this long ago!" Timothy shook his head in disbelief. "You saw what she was like in business after we got divorced. This kind of thing is right up her alley!" Timothy was still doubtful. Between Benjamin, his friend of many years, and the Grace he knew, he didn't know who to believe. "Can the money be put back?" "Yes." Benjamin tore open a box of cigarettes and stuffed one into his mouth. He lit it. "As long as the money is put back, nothing will happen to Hawkins Group or Grace. However, this isn't the biggest problem for the comp