Novelas y relatos de Lucy Chen Undercover

Levi’s POV I turned sharply to the back of the hall, trying to put a face to the voice that had just objected to my wedding ceremony. Scanning the room, my eyes locked on a particular target. Monica. Of course. I had a feeling she would make an appearance. Dramatic as always, she was dressed in a skin-tight black floor length number, with an accompanying black shawl draped over her head.

he started, but she cut him off. "What did he say this time?" Lucien's hands curled into fists at his sides. The phone call had come to his cell—a blocked number, a voice he'd hoped never to hear again. Marcus Chen, private investigator, former colleague, current piece of shit who'd sold information to the highest bidder. Including, apparently, to Maya's ex-husband. "He knows you're here," Lucien said flatly. "He knows about the inn, about your grandmother's will, about the six-month clause. He knows about us."

BREAKING NEWS: LUCY DIMARCO SPEAKS OUT AFTER EXPLOSION — “I HAVE NOTHING TO HIDE.” Greg froze. His glass stopped mid-air. On the screen, Lucy stood in front of the DiMarco Tower ruins, her hair tied back, her face pale but determined. Cameras flashed as she spoke into the mic. “I know there are rumors about my involvement,” she said, voice trembling but strong. “But I have proof—proof that Greg, or whatever name he hides behind now, was part of something much bigger. He was working with someone. Someone still out there.” Venessa’s eyes darted to Greg. His jaw tightened.

She smiled innocently. “I never get sick, so your point is moot.” “Everyone gets sick.” Carter snorted. “I don’t.” “You’re terrible at this.” Lucy leaned back in her chair and sighed. “Okay, I’ll tell you something about myself. When I’m not acting, I like to post ads on Craigslist for random hookups, usually involving Jell-O molds and inflatable pool toys.” Carter choked on his wine. Gasping for breath, he said, “Touché, little spitfire. You win.”

“What are you doing?” Chen looked up and smiled. “What do you want me to be doing? Anyway, Connor, that guy, made news recently.” She wasn’t interested, she swiped her phone from her pockets and checked for a text. The spy she had on Lucy hadn’t given her intel yet. Had she been discovered? “The Wades are certainly going to benefit from this publicity Connor got them.” Chen scoffed. “Spoilt brat.” Debby became curious. When she heard Connor at first, she didn’t realize it was of the Wades. She assumed it was Chen talking about his silly friends again.

So I have to be on time for the meeting. —Okay, go, I love you, take care of yourself. "I love you too, see you," Luciana said before hanging up and immediately leaving for the company. She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk.

Upon arrival, she knocked and swung the door open after hearing his cold response, "Come in." "Sir, here is the—" Lucy started Alex cut off, "How were you able to get our presentation leaked to the other company?" he asked, looking straight at her with a scornful expression. Hearing this, Lucy's heart sank. The folders slipped from her hands as she remained still for several seconds, trying to gather a response. "Have you suddenly gone dumb?" Alex yelled. "Start speaking!" "Sir, I can explain," Lucy eventually responded, her voice trembling. Lucy narrated everything to Alex, emphasizing that Mr. Peter Tate had reached out to her directly with an offer, using Mr. Vincent as his middleman to a

I saw the people who had built me and the people who wanted to own me. ​Then I looked at Liam. He was standing just off-stage, his hands clasped behind his back, watching me with that same, frozen expression. ​I leaned into the microphone. My voice felt like it belonged to someone else—someone stronger. ​"My name is Isabella Vane," I said. ​I paused. I felt the phantom weight of the watch on my wrist. I thought of the "identity truth" and the man who had supposedly betrayed me. ​"And for the last month, I have been part of an undercover investigation into the criminal practices of Vane Holdings and the Sterling Trust."

I said "why should I be the least bit surprised that I was under surveillance? Ever since the Chinese thing broke I should have known that there would be no privacy any more." Just then the door opened and in walked none other than Lucy Forrester herself. "I've turned off the surveillance cameras in here and coded the door lock so that no one can come in." She turned to me and gave me a wicked smile. "You certainly took your time getting around to doing what I asked you to do." I could feel myself blushing as she continued. "I know you two have figured out half the story and I'm here to tell you the rest."

No one could stop me. The press would come next. Not the big outlets—they'd want to verify, to fact-check, to make sure they weren't publishing libel. We needed someone smaller. Someone hungrier. Someone who wouldn't ask too many questions before running the story. Lucien knew a reporter. Of course he knew a reporter. "Her name is Maya Chen," he said. "She's Sarah Chen's younger sister." I went still. "The accountant. The one who fell from the fifteenth-floor window."