Sentenced to Marriage

Chapter 85

Danger The entire net 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 clan along with him. It was impossible for all of it to be merely a coincidence. Norton, Alan, 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 Jack later, 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 planting a bug in Packton’s office was no longer necessary. Nonetheless, no matter how afraid I was, I wasn’t going to back down.

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Two days later, 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 my computer,

then the only armor I could get was a pair of Louboutins and a Dolce light blue blazer, 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 Callan Winton’s case. Packton called me back five minutes later. “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 glad 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. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t want you anywhere near that fucke

I smiled and leaned over him to kiss him on the cheek. “It’s too late, 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 plastic cover, and the other one in my pen cover. I was going to drop, the pen or the lipstick, and find a way to plant the chip somewhere on Packton’s desk It sounded quite simple, but I was terrified that I would become 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 exçuse. 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 minute later, 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 eyes landing on my cleavage. I laughed nervously and reached into my purse, pulling out Callan’s phone. “I believe I should give you this… The last 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 Callan’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 glass of water?” I asked breathlessly, pointing at the jug with water and glasses, standing on the table by the door. “Of course!” He laughed and walked to get me a glass. 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 exclaimed. “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 planning, but I had to keep my mind clear and follow the plan 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 planted 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.