“Martin.”Turning her head, Quinn saw her husband walking hurriedly through the warehouse entrance.Although she didn’t understand why her husband stopped her when the officer had just told her to do it, she remained where she was. Reflexively, she froze upon hearing his voice.“Quinn, are you okay?” Martin asked.But before he could reach her, someone stepped in front of him, blocking his path.“What is the meaning of this? What were you thinking? How dare you be with another woman when your wife desperately needs help? Is this who you are? Have you ever cared about her even a little?”Catherine could no longer suppress her anger.She might have wanted to give Martin a chance to prove himself as a good husband to her daughter.But that didn’t mean she could turn a blind eye to what this man had done.Arriving here with another young woman just as beautiful as her daughter, their clothes in disarray?Only a foolish woman would think nothing had happened between them. And an even great

“Oh my God!”Their mouths fell open as they followed the direction of Valentina’s pointing finger.Although the socket had been successfully removed—proving that the young man had chosen the correct one—what they saw next left them speechless.“The… the wires,” the bomb expert muttered, stammering. “H-how can that be?”The wire connecting a timer or control device to an explosive usually consisted of two cables.Cut one of them, and the device would be disabled. The bomb would be defused.But what stood before the security team was far beyond their imagination.There weren’t just two wires.There were three.And even more shocking—They were all the same color.Red.“Martin, what now?” Valentina asked, looking at the man beside her. Her face had grown tense.“This…”Martin didn’t finish his sentence.Although his knowledge of bombs was above average, this three-wire configuration forced him to think hard.He only had seconds to decide.Impossible! he thought.Despite his incredibly sh

Inside a private room filled with massive screens, located in the basement of one of the hotels at Palm Coast Resort—Martin’s new residence for the past three months—“Have you found any leads?”With his arms folded, Martin’s gaze swept across the screens, all of which now displayed several suspicious figures.They were tracking the movements of The Suppliers network across the entire city.Not only in Havenport Province, but also in Cannin, Talia, and several other major provinces.Nothing escaped Martin’s watch.For the past three months, he had been hunting down anyone connected to NIA.He did it because he knew that sooner or later, NIA would come after him.So rather than waiting, he chose to strike first.His goal was simple.Aside from weakening NIA’s networks—operating under the name The Suppliers—he desperately wanted to locate the headquarters of the most mysterious organization in Norvia.“Negative,” Valentina replied, typing dozens—no, hundreds—of commands across the keybo

“Girls, sorry, but it looks like I’ll have to interrupt your fun.”Martin stood behind the sofa, wrapping an arm around Quinn.“Seems like I’ll have to get back to work tonight,” he said, glancing at Valentina.“I’ll wait for you downstairs. There’s something you need to see.”After kissing Quinn on the cheek, he headed straight for the elevator leading to the basement.“Wow, the boss is giving orders.”Biting her lower lip, Valentina shook her head as she watched Martin walk away.Once he entered the elevator, she turned to Quinn.“Aren’t you jealous your handsome husband is going to spend the night with me?”She leaned forward slightly, still biting her lip in a teasing gesture.“Why would I be?” Quinn replied calmly, eyes narrowing playfully as her lips curved into a smile.“Really?” Valentina leaned in closer. “You’re not jealous that someone as beautiful as me is that close to him?”“Nope. Not at all.”Quinn shook her head, still smiling.“You can answer that so calmly? So confid

“You have to return to the capital?”Martin pulled a chair beside Valentina and sat facing her.After she explained that her family wanted Gianna to return to the capital, she had no choice but to go herself—since she was currently using her twin sister’s identity.“Hmmm.”Valentina nodded.In the past, she would never have spoken about personal matters to anyone except Gianna.But after three months working with Martin—and with no way to contact her twin anymore—she had slowly begun to trust him, even if just a little.“My mom keeps calling Gianna,” Valentina said, placing her sister’s phone on the table.“She wants her to come home to discuss an arranged marriage. I don’t have a choice but to go back. But… there’s something I was hoping you could help me with.”As she said that, Valentina lowered her head.Anyone who had spent enough time with her—including Martin—would immediately notice this behavior was unusual.“Of course. Just tell me. What can I do for you?”Martin never did t