Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu’s Passionate Pursuit - Chapter 649 - Chapter 649: Chapter 645: Relax, you're just overreacting!

Chapter 649: Chapter 645: Relax, you’re just overreacting!

That evening, Roy Lewis logged into the system and first sent a message to Margareth.

“Later, I want the oth piece of information.”

In her bedroom, Richelle Dunn stared at the task instructions sent by her wealthy patron and, after a little thought, figured it out.

The previous tasks assigned by the wealthy patron indeed had several items, arranged according to sequence.

But there was no oth task.

Thinking back to last night when someone sneaked into the wealthy patron’s account, it was clear that he was setting a trap.

Richelle thought carefully and skimmed through the intel she had recently sent. She then fabricated a new piece of intel that contradicted the facts, compressed it, and sent it out.

Soon, the wealthy patron sent a concise reply.

“Received!”

This was the wealthy patron’s usual style, but Richelle wasn’t certain if it was really him, so she didn’t reply and logged off.

In the study, after Roy Lewis sent the task to Margareth, he changed the password to something easily crackable and logged off as well.

Over an hour later, he logged back in. There were apparently traces of someone accessing the system, and the intel sent by Margareth had been viewed.

Obviously, Derrick Warrington was making a desperate move.

Roy Lewis felt somewhat annoyed. After all, Derrick had been under his command for two or three years and was quite capable, but for some reason, he strayed.

Roy lamented the situation while opening the so-called oth file sent by Margareth.

He couldn’t help but laugh.

This girl was indeed exceptionally clever.

He was worried she wouldn’t understand the meaning behind the oth file and would actually send him some useful intel.

However, not only did she not send any valuable intel, she purposely made a report that looked authentic but was a far cry from reality.

Derrick Warrington got this fake intel along with two other pieces. If Roy guessed correctly, Derrick would bundle the three pieces together and sell them for a high price.

But he probably wouldn’t even have time to pocket the money before realizing something was wrong.

By then, to save himself, he might even run back and surrender.

Once Roy was sure of his plan, he logged off and returned to his bedroom to rest.

Richelle lay on the bed, browsing her phone with her swollen ankle propped up.

“Finished with your work? You worked an hour overtime today, so you have to sleep until at least 10 o’clock tomorrow morning.”

Richelle continued scrolling through her phone, not even glancing at Roy Lewis.

Roy sat cross-legged on the bed, pulling down her propped-up leg and placing her ankle on his knee.

“Feeling better?”

Richelle was a doctor, and she didn’t consider her injury a big deal.

But Roy was very concerned, having asked her countless times since she got home in the afternoon.

“It’s nothing, you’re just worried for nothing!”

Richelle glanced at Roy and continued browsing her phone.

Roy didn’t bother arguing and, frowning, gently pressed a few spots on her swollen ankle.

“Does it hurt?”

Richelle grunted softly, “No!”

Roy sighed, pouring some medicinal liquor into his palm while scolding her.

“I’ve never seen a doctor as negligent as you. If I didn’t know about your medical skills, based on your judgment of your own injury, I would absolutely consider you a quack!”

With that, he rubbed his warmed hands together and pressed them firmly onto her ankle.

“Look, your swollen ankle looks like a pig’s trotter, and you still dare claim you’re fine!”

The hot liquor on the swelling gave off a warm, penetrating pain that spread under his touch.

She couldn’t help but hiss.

Roy raised his eyelids and glared at her, “How about now? Do you feel the pain now?”

Richelle pouted, “Of course it hurts! With your rough hands, how could it not?”

“Oh, Master Lewis, how come you have no sympathy for women? You hurt me on purpose, right?”

Richelle sometimes acted like a scoundrel, and she was indeed quite vexing.

Roy had no choice but to follow her lead and reflect on himself.

“Yes! Yes, I lack sympathy for women. Baby, you’re a professional doctor, so why don’t you teach me how to apply pressure so it won’t hurt?”

Richelle coughed twice, waving her hand dismissively.

“Forget it, it’s just a little pain. Apply pressure however you like.”

In fact, she knew that her swollen foot was bound to hurt.

Seeing that Richelle wasn’t as adamant as before, Roy finally let her off, finishing the treatment and gently massaging her ankle to help disperse the stagnated blood.

The bedroom suddenly became quiet.

“What are you looking at?”

Roy suddenly asked.

Richelle answered casually, “Looking at a handsome guy!”

Roy thought he heard wrong. “What are you looking at?”

Richelle simply turned the phone screen towards him, revealing a good-looking, shirtless man with an impressive figure.

Roy’s blood boiled, “Richelle Dunn, you really are looking at a handsome guy?”

Hearing his jealousy, Richelle laughed.

“Of course I am! I can’t touch, so isn’t it okay to look?”

For the past year, she had been busy with various matters, and her account on the website for taking commissions had long been idle.

The pinned post for her services had over 10,000 commented invitations to draw..

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