All Chapters of Wet For Daddy : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chloe’s POV Mia didn’t waste time.She pulled a small notebook from her bag and flipped it open.“Start from the beginning,” she said. “Security layout. Cameras. Entry points. What did you see?”I described everything carefully. The gate rotation. The garage side panel. The foyer layout. The staircases. The keypad door at the end of the corridor.She listened without interrupting.“Keypad means numeric code,” she said after a moment. “Four digits?”“Yes.”“Most people use dates they won’t forget. Birthdays. Anniversaries. Children’s birth years.”My mind moved quickly.“Twenty-seven years of marriage,” I murmured. “Their wedding anniversary.”“Try variations of it,” she said. “Year. Day and month. Combinations.”“If that fails?”“Then we need the staff.”I frowned slightly.“There are at least two maids,” I said. “And possibly a night security guard.”“Good,” Mia replied calmly. “Domestic staff are underpaid and overworked in houses like that. Loyalty weakens under pressure.”“You me

Chloe’s POV I double-checked the wedding date. Then Jack’s birth date again. The spacing between the two was precise, almost as if it had been calculated to avoid suspicion. It looked clean enough to satisfy the public eye, but what if the truth behind it was slightly different?I opened Chuwa’s corporate biography next. His early career history placed him in the same city and the same company branch nearly three decades ago. The timing overlapped too comfortably. The more I compared dates, the more unsettled I became.I stood up and began pacing again, but this time with purpose. If the code to that locked room was not based on something publicly celebrated, then it might be based on something privately feared. Perhaps the year everything began. Perhaps the year of Jack’s birth. A four-digit number would be simple and practical.I had tried combinations of days and months, but I had not tried just the birth year alone. Margaret did not strike me as sentimental; she struck me as calc

Chloe’s POV He forgot the conversation within seconds.But I didn’t.Because now I had what I needed.I was glad he didn't ask how I knew he had a locked room at the end of the hallway that has code.I shut him up with a kiss and romance his body.I continued without stopping.I pulled his shirt off and his inner wear. Then I darted out my tongue and grazed it over his chest, down to his nipples. I sucked his nipples. I was going to make him forget about ever having that conversation. I was going to fuck him so hard. I was going to take his cock so deep in my pussy and grip it and make him forget whatever he had his mind. I will make him forget Margaret.I palmed his hard bulge and clarity in my palm and his jaw tightened so hard. He suddenly pushed me up and crashed his lips on mine. He fondled my boobs squeezing them hard and sucking them into his mouth.This send shivers up in my spine making me horny.Then I decided to take it further.I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pa

Chloe’s POV “It’s illegally obtained,” she replied calmly. “If you walk into that board meeting and drop this on the table, they’ll ask how you got it. Once they realize you broke into a private residence, everything shifts. You become a criminal.”The room felt smaller.“So what am I supposed to do?” I asked, my voice cracking slightly. “Just sit there and let them jail me?”“I didn’t say that,” she said quickly.I paced again, the relief I had felt minutes ago dissolving into frustration.“It’s one day left,” I whispered. “One day.”Mia thought for a moment, then her expression changed.“You didn’t get this,” she said slowly.I frowned.“What?”“You didn’t get this. It was sent to you anonymously.”I stopped pacing.She stood up and moved toward my laptop.“If this appears in your inbox from an untraceable source, and you present it as something you received anonymously, you distance yourself from how it was obtained.”“They’ll still investigate,” I said.“Yes,” she replied, typing

Drake’s POV I was driving too fast.I knew it, but I didn’t slow down.The morning had already been tense before I even got into the car. Something felt off. Chloe had been distant the night before, focused in a way that made me uneasy. I had tried not to question her too much, but the feeling lingered in my chest like a warning I couldn’t interpret.Traffic was light on the highway, which only made it easier to press harder on the accelerator. My mind wasn’t fully on the road. It kept circling back to the interrogation scheduled for that morning. I should have been there already. I should have sat in that room to ensure they didn’t corner her unfairly.But part of me had wanted distance. If I showed too much protection, the board would question my judgment. Margaret would use it against me.My phone buzzed against the console.I ignored it at first.Then it buzzed again.I glanced down briefly.An email notification.From Chloe.The subject line was empty.A strange feeling crawled