Chapter 85


    Danger The entire of endless connections was making my head spin. We all knew that if we gave


    that evidence to Jack Collins, it could help bring down not only Lester Packton but the entire Marshall


    n along with him. It was impossible for all of it to be merely a coincidence. Norton, n, and I were


    ecstatic to present all of those photos and documents, confirming Francis Marshall’s and Lester


    Packton’s cooperation, but Aren didn’t seem to share our enthusiasm…


    “These are all assumptions and circumstantial evidence without a real meaning to the case. It might help


    Jackter, but it will not clear him of all charges,” he said grimly. “What we need is Packton’s confession,


    and Jack was also very aware that without something this evident, no one from the higher-ups would


    even look at the rest of what you’ve found.” I sat back behind my desk and lowered my head. It was clear


    to me that those guys were corrupted. They covered each other’s crimes and gained illegal profit. “It


    would be easier if I just hacked Packton’s email box…” I muttered.


    Aren-stepped closer and stroked my hair. “Sunshine, we are working on minimizing the risk. Even though


    I don’t like the idea of sending you to Packton’s office, rationally, it is the best way to get what we need to


    bust that fucker.” I nodded and sighed. The truth was, after Aren helped me painfully acknowledge how


    defenseless I would be against Lester Packton, I became more and more restless. Perhaps I was so


    eager to find every piece of dirt on that guy because deep down I wished that someone would say that


    nting a bug in Packton’s office was no longer necessary. Nheless, no matter how afraid I was, I


    wasn’t going to back down.


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    Two dayster, I was less stiff and more able to walk in heels, which was one of the essential assets I


    needed for my top-secret mission. If I was going to enter the lion’s cave, then I needed to look at least


    like a sexy kitten, not to be ripped to pieces in the first three seconds. For the first time, Aren didn’t


    appreciate my sexy look. I bet he would rather have me wear a hay sack and rubber boots, but that was


    not going to happen. I needed my confidence, and since I was going to be far away from myputer,


    then the only armor I could get was a pair of Louboutins and a Dolce light blue zer, and a skirt


    exposing my legs. First thing in the morning, I called Packton’s secretary and told her that I had


    something I needed to give to the FBI that was involved with Can Winton’s case. Packton called me


    back five minutester. “Mrs. Lan… how lovely that you decided to contact me.” He chuckled coldly into


    the phone. I swallowed and clenched my fist, trying to calm down. “It appears that I have something I


    need to give you… but I would rather do it in person if you don’t mind. Can I meet you in your office


    perhaps?” I suggested, sounding as sensual as possible. “Of course,” he murmured. “I’m always d to


    receive beautiful women in my office…”


    The sound of his voice nauseated me. Fighting through the sickening feeling, I giggled. “I didn’t realize


    that you are such a charmer, Agent Packton. Would it be all right if I stopped by your office around


    noon?”


    “I will be waiting impatiently,” he said, before ending our call. I exhaled deeply and raised my eyes to look


    at my frowning husband, who had listened to the entire conversation while sitting in front of me. I could


    see that his blood was boiling in his veins.


    “I don’t want you anywhere near that fucke


    I smiled and leaned over him to kiss him on the cheek. “It’s toote, handsome. In two hours, I will walk


    into his office.” Chills ran down my spine as I said it. Nevertheless, I kept a smile on my face, trying to


    prove to Aren that I was ready to do this. I was going to have two bugs with me, one little chip glued to


    the bottom of my lipstick’s stic cover, and the other one in my pen cover. I was going to drop, the pen


    or the lipstick, and find a way to nt the chip somewhere on Packton’s desk It sounded quite simple,


    but I was terrified that I would be too nervous to act naturally around that guy… “We can still call it


    all off,” Aren said as we stopped in front of the FBI’s field office. I stretched my lips into a thin smile and


    shook my head: “I can do this.” I tried to convince myself rather than him. – I opened the door and was


    about to leave when Aren pulled me back into his arms and kissed me. “Do what you have to and get out


    of there under any ex?use. Do you hear me?” Fear and anger surfaced in his voice.


    I nodded. I didn’t want hi


    1 I was. I got out of the car and took a deep breaths on my way to the entrance of the building.


    “Calm down, Cora. You are sexy and confident, and you know a few awesome moves that Aren taught


    you. You are going to be fine,” I told myself, passing the corridor leading to Packton’s office.


    A minuteter, his secretary led me inside. Lester Packton was sitting behind his desk, keeping his


    elbows on the desktop, his hands supporting his chin. He smirked as I walked in, and carefully scanned


    me from head to toe. The second, his secretary closed the door behind me, he stood up and stepped


    away from his desk to greet me. “So…what brings you here, Mrs. Lan?” he asked, his eyesnding on


    my cleavage. Iughed nervously and reached into my purse, pulling out Can’s phone. “I believe I


    should give you this… Thest time your agents were in our office, they took a clone that we made for


    security reasons…” Packton chuckled coldly, and walked around me, examining every inch of my body.


    “Security reasons, you say?”


    I forced myself to ignore his lustful gaze at me. “Yes, and I apologize for that. I had no idea that my


    coworkers even made that copy.” I put Can’s phone on his desk and turned around to face him.


    “Should I sign anything? You know, as a confirmation that I returned the real


    phone to the FBI?” I asked innocently, hoping that I would get a chance to take out my pen naturally.


    He stepped closer. “No need for that, Mrs. Lan…” I smiled nervously. My heart pounded wildly. I had no


    idea what to do. I could only rely on my instincts, and at that moment, they were all sending me a


    message to run the hell out of there. Packton straightened up and looked down on me as a predator on


    his prey. I was on the verge of entering a state of panic, and I knew only that I needed to distance myself


    from him, no matter what.


    “Can I have a ss of water?” I asked breathlessly, pointing at the jug with water and sses, standing


    on the table by the door. “Of course!” Heughed and walked to get me a ss. I sighed in relief,


    thinking that it was my chance. I dropped my purse on the floor, making a few things roll under Packton’s


    desk. “Oh, my!” I eximed. “I’m so clumsy…” I said, bending down and putting my things back into my


    purse one by one.


    Packton snorted. I ignored him, concentrating on taking the bug and sticking it wherever on his desk, but


    then I heard a click of the locking door. “Shit,” I cursed under my breath. I didn’t know what the jerk was


    nning, but I had to keep my mind clear and follow the n before thinking about the way to get out of


    there. I grabbed my lipstick, removed the chip from the cover, and hurriedly put it under his desk while


    sticking my butt out. When I finally nted the bug, I wanted to scream and jump for joy. I crawled from


    under the desk and couldn’t help the dumb grin that curved my lips. “Just what the hell are you doing?” I


    heard Packton’s vicious voice right behind me. I got up, looked into his cold eyes, and froze. “I think I


    saw right through you, Mrs. Lan,” he said, leaning over me. I gulped.