「The next morning.」

Someone knocked on Wallace Lawson’s door.

"Who’s there? So sleepy..." Wallace Lawson, still wearing last night’s clothes, groggily opened the door.

He saw Alvin Morgan with his backpack on, who pushed up his glasses and reminded him, "It’s Monday. We have to work."

Wallace Lawson’s eyes shot open, his sleepiness vanishing in an instant. "Oh, crap! Ah..."

He scrambled back inside to change, a whirlwind of chaotic motion.

Five minutes later, the three of them hurried downstairs. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

They finally caught their breath after squeezing onto a bus heading for the subway station.

They lived in a rather remote area where the rent was cheap, and most of the residents were office workers.

"Whew... Mark, are we going to have to run like this every day?" Wallace Lawson asked, panting.

"We woke up late today. Tomorrow, we’ll meet downstairs at 7:00."

As Alvin Morgan spoke, he carefully shielded Aurora Sinclair, pulling her into his embrace to protect her from the crush of the crowd.

When they finally managed to get off the bus, Aurora Sinclair took a slightly squashed steamed bun from her bag and handed it to Wallace Lawson.

"Thanks, Mrs. Mark," Wallace Lawson replied with a goofy grin.

Aurora Sinclair instantly had the urge to take the bun back.

There was a hint of a smile in Alvin Morgan’s eyes, and his tone was a bit kinder than before. "Eat it quickly. You can’t eat on the subway."

Right now, Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan’s aliases were Cecelia Alden and Mark Warren, and all their identification information had been changed to these two names.

Both of them also wore a thin facial prosthetic, made from a special synthetic fiber material, that was realistic enough to be convincing.

It had been reverse-engineered by Beta Morgan and Benjamin Morgan based on the facial prosthetic worn by the Spider Woman. When the two put on their disguises, Dean Morgan was so shocked he even uttered one of Beta Morgan’s catchphrases.

And it was with these disguises that the two of them successfully passed Seawell Pharma’s interview and various facial recognition devices.

"This is our stop. You get off at the next one," Alvin Morgan reminded him kindly, pulling Aurora Sinclair off the subway.

They didn’t let go of each other’s hands until they reached the company entrance.

Aurora Sinclair walked to the front desk with her bag and sat down.

To fit her role, she had specifically spent three days learning makeup from Jean Quincy, so she knew how to apply foundation, put on lipstick, and wear a professional suit.

She took a pair of high heels from her bag, put them on, turned on her computer, and began her day of receiving packages and greeting visitors.

Meanwhile, Alvin Morgan took the elevator to the sixth-floor technology department and, like every other programmer, slowly turned on his computer.

Being a programmer at a branch office was relatively easy. He was only responsible for maintaining the order backend for a few of the company’s platforms and fixing database bugs, which left him with half a day of free time.

Alvin Morgan had chosen this relatively relaxed job based on the workloads of several positions, precisely so he could go home with Aurora Sinclair after work.

Around 9:30, Alvin Morgan received a message from Wallace Lawson.

[Lawson: Mark, I’m at the lab. This will be my workstation from now on.]

A clear photo was sent to his phone.

It showed a rectangular lab bench with neatly arranged experimental instruments and various reagent bottles.

Alvin Morgan sent him a "good work, bro" emoji, then tapped his watch, and immediately heard the sounds from Wallace’s side in his earpiece.

He pressed a few more keys on his keyboard, and a special editing window appeared. He started typing code as usual, but the branch’s internal financial data was simultaneously being transmitted from his computer to Benjamin Morgan.

Usually, to check if a company has problems, one starts by investigating its finances. This particular branch happened to be a rather important foreign trade company under Seawell Pharma.

It was specifically responsible for foreign business, and among its partners was Crestland’s IBG Corporation, which had business dealings with this company.

Meanwhile, Aurora Sinclair easily picked up a lot of internal company gossip from the break room.

"Did you hear? The chairman’s eldest son seems to have found a girlfriend."

"Who? Is it Morgana from the General Manager’s Office?"

"How come I heard it was Lisa from the PR department?"

"I think it’s a blonde foreign woman, one of Mr. Trent’s classmates from abroad," Aurora Sinclair, hugging her mug, suddenly interjected woodenly.

The other two women were stunned and turned to look at her. "Cecelia, where did you hear that?"

"I overheard it in the break room a few days ago. I don’t know if it’s true."

"What else did they say?"

Aurora Sinclair shook her head. Her dull and stiff expression put them at ease, but at the same time, it made them want to pick on her.

"Next time, remember who said it. Now go take yesterday’s attendance sheet to the HR department."

Aurora Sinclair nodded, holding her mug and walking back to her desk slowly, like an old lady. Her clumsy way of walking in high heels made the two women behind her laugh mockingly.

"What was HR thinking, hiring her?"

"Being dumb has its advantages. At least she isn’t full of schemes."

After she was out of their line of sight, Aurora Sinclair slowly straightened her back, strode swiftly back to her workstation, picked up the already printed attendance sheet, and got into the elevator.

She sent a message to Alvin Morgan: [Going to the HR department.]

The corners of Alvin Morgan’s mouth lifted into a smile. He hid the editor and pretended to go out for a smoke.

The HR department was on the tenth floor. Alvin Morgan took the stairs directly to the tenth floor and waited for Aurora Sinclair in the stairwell.

More than ten minutes later, she pushed open the fire door.

Alvin Morgan took a step forward, pulled her into his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Did you miss me?"

Aurora Sinclair’s face flushed slightly. She tried to push him away, but he only held her tighter. "I missed you," she finally confessed.

He lowered his head and kissed her soft lips.

"Don’t mess around..."

Alvin Morgan held her for a short while before letting go. Noticing a lipstick stain on his lips, Aurora Sinclair reached up to wipe it away. Then, like a machine, she recited the gossip she had overheard.

"I overheard some things. Norman Trent is Victor Trent’s illegitimate son, and his biological mother is doted on. Because of her, Drake Trent’s mother died of depression in Crestland. Victor Trent has always wanted to marry that woman, but he hasn’t been able to because Drake Trent objects. That’s why there’s always been conflict between them..."

Aurora Sinclair delivered the long speech in a single breath.

Alvin Morgan smiled. "It’s rare for you to say so much..."

But before he could finish his sentence, Aurora Sinclair suddenly covered his mouth, quickly slipped off her high heels, and pulled him, running downstairs.

The two of them ran down two or three floors before stopping.

Just then, the fire door on the tenth floor was pushed open, and the branch manager’s voice drifted down from above them.

"Don’t worry, Mr. Trent! I’m sure those two people you sent pictures of aren’t in our company. Our HR staff performs facial recognition on every new employee. I just had my secretary check again, and I can confirm they’re not here..."

Downstairs, the expressions on Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan’s faces changed slightly.

’How did Victor Trent’s side know we were here?’

When Aurora Sinclair returned to her desk, her direct supervisor, Miss Sterling, was holding a meeting with the receptionists.

Aurora Sinclair lowered her head and quickly jogged over. Miss Sterling shot her a stern glance. "Where have you been?"

"The tenth floor, HR department."

"Shauna, repeat what I just said for her."

After she left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, like deflated balloons, and scurried back to their workstations to sit down.

Aurora Sinclair asked blankly, "What happened?"

Shauna pouted and pointed at her computer. "See for yourself. If you see these two people, you have to report it to the General Manager’s Office."

Aurora Sinclair returned to her seat and saw two somewhat blurry photos on the internal employee communication system. They were clearly candid shots.

One was of Alvin Morgan, and the other was of her.

Shauna, next to her, looked at the photo of Alvin Morgan’s side profile, leaned in, and gossiped, "Do you guys think this handsome guy could be another one of Mr. Trent’s illegitimate sons?"

"Aren’t they two corporate spies?" Aurora Sinclair asked, pointing at the text written below the photos.

Shauna rolled her eyes. "If they were really corporate spies, the notice would say to call the police immediately upon seeing them."