My CEO Baby Daddy Keeps Falling for My Tricks - Chapter 778 - 785 Post-syndrome 14_1

The best way to declare war on a spy as an ordinary person is to become a spy as well.As a spy, if you want to go to war with a powerful espionage organization, join an equally powerful espionage organization.If you are unable to join any powerful espionage organization, then establish your own espionage organization and fight until destruction or victory.This is the war of spies, telling the story of how a group of ordinary people achieved extraordinary success.

A fantasy tale about a monster boy who can transform into a dinosaur and his childhood sweetheart, embarking on a journey of entrepreneurship while scattering dog food along the way...(A farming novel with plenty of dog food, free trial reading is welcome)

Mason was a mercenary, until the day he died on a mission after being betrayed by his unit.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.