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Now, he realized Spencer was actually the youngest son of the Maynard family, the one who'd taken his mother's last name and was the sole heir to the family. Spencer walked up to Harvey and looked down at the scumbag who had put the woman he cherished through so much pain. "Deputy Commander Wyatt, is it? I hear you're quite fond of taking photos?" Spencer held up a tablet, the screen playing surveillance footage of Chief Heath's office. Harvey and Leigh's ugly faces, along with every last humiliating word they said about me, were on full display. "How about we take a few of our own?" Spencer asked coldly with a smirk. "Take them to the precinct. I heard there's a department-wide training vid

He retorted. Felix glanced at him the last time before vanishing from the room. * At 7am the next day, Reid was already dressed up to leave. He took an analgesic to help calm the heavy headache he woke up with, all in his mind was to head to the morgue. Since none of the investigators and hackers found something useful that would help get his wife out of the cell, he decided to go take the body of Mr Jafred to the hospital. Before then, he already gave his doctor a call and explained to him what's going on.

Oh, but I knew why she thought so. Spencer is wearing a black shirt and his black dress pants. They are from a luxury brand, no doubt and I don't even know that name. His shoes are from Gucci. He is wearing a rolex on his wrist. I'm surprised the robber was stupid enough to leave the rolex behind. “Did you look at yourself when you stepped out of the hotel? You scream rich. Of course, she warned you about this stuff and not me.” I tell him before taking a look at my wrinkly dress. I probably look like a mess given that I feel like a mess.

“Fine. But only because it’ll give you peace of mind. Not because I need someone to fight my battles for me.” Reid exhaled, tension slipping slightly from his shoulders. He reached for the folder she’d brought, pulling it closer. His eyes scanned the list of names, brows furrowing deeper with every page. “Reporters, officers, even anchors,” he murmured. “This is everyone tied to that day?”

I needed the FBI to move fast, before Cordelia realized her fabricator had been compromised and destroyed the proof. Devon's contact at the FBI field office was a Special Agent named Reyes—a woman he'd worked with before on corporate espionage cases, someone who understood the particular flavor of crime that thrived in the intersection of high finance and high technology. He sent her the evidence package at 1:47 PM, along with a summary of Cordelia's deepfake conspiracy and its connection to the ongoing Julian investigation.

Then the suppression system caught, a hard chemical hiss dousing the flame before it reached the second shelf, and I stood in the doorway breathing smoke and relief in equal measure while security lights strobed red across the room. "Cabinet's intact," Mira said into my earpiece, calm even now, which was exactly why I trusted her with things like this. "He didn't get past the outer samples before suppression triggered. You're going to want to see who he is, though." Two of Reid's warriors had him pinned against the far wall by the time I crossed the room, arms twisted up behind his back, his face pressed into the cool tile hard enough to leave a mark. He wasn't Silver Moon staff. I didn't re

And with that, he disappeared into the shadows of the upper floor. The faint murmur of voices greeted me as I followed Reid into the bustling press conference venue. My disguise, which had gone unnoticed so far, gave me a confidence I hadn't expected to feel. Fitz’s choice of dreadlocks seemed to draw attention away from my face, and the oversized blazer I wore hid the slight curve of my frame.

I hurriedly hid behind the drums, looking between the tiny holes to catch the direction of our shooter. I blinked my lids in case my eyes were playing a nasty trick on me. The figure standing far from me didn't alter. It was Rick. Was he on their side? Rick from my team. Looking closely, I noticed the vest he was wearing. That's F.B.I design.They're here. Oh shit! "What are you doing?" Ethan tugged at my pants to pull me down while I sprang up with my hands held high. I moved almost immediately since I knew he'll shoot.

As Cole is the team leader, he needs to focus and help him down. "Spencer was the one who's getting those files from the top intelligence agencies, though sometimes, they were just sending to us. But that," Cole pointed to the folder, "Spencer was the one who picked that up from the FBI Agency the other day." Andrius couldn't understand what Cole wanted to portray. "Maybe the FBI forget to indicate the location—" Cole shrugged his shoulder before he faced his computer. "Anyway, good luck on your first mission," he said after.

He asked for the millionth time and Nate just nodded, before he felt Spade's lips pressed on his in a sweet kiss, but it didn't last up to 5 seconds before he pulled away That seemed to clear Nate's mind of all the doubt that had been swirling there, it eased off the excessive tension that had built up inside of him. Spade opened the car door and stepped out before he put his hand out for Nate, who took it gently and got out. Spade didn't put on a suit, because according to him, he didn't want to draw attention to them, he didn't know who else might be watching Nate's sister. He was putting on a grey roundneck, he had a sweater on when they left Manhattan but he took it off in the car, now h