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Help...My Wife is a Spy

The first time they met, she was a clueless nurse at the hospital... The second time they met, she was a bartender at his favorite bar... The third time they met, she was his brother's love interest... He didn't know what she'd be the fourth time they met, but he had to make her his wife... --- Halia was a simple cadet when she was suddenly asked to be the subject of a new secret government technology that gave her access to the memories and knowledge of other people. With this technology, she manages to hunt down a serial killer and befriend a gangster. But, what other dangers will it attract? Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Yunyi · Romance
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A Broken Friendship

"Hey, is everything alright out here?" Emerson asked nosily as he poked his head between the 'three' men.

"This is meant to be a charity event. I hope you're not getting into a fight like you always do, Danson..." Emerson reminded.

Danson looked at Emerson and frowned, "It's none of your business..."

He then walked off to the other end of the balcony and continued to puff on his cigarette in frustration. Emerson was the last person he wanted to see.

Morton glanced at Emerson and smiled, "There's no argument at all. We were just discussing something, but we're done now. Mars, you can go home, I will see you tomorrow."

Halia looked at the man reluctantly. She didn't want to leave, but she had no choice. So, she turned and walked away. But, just as she brushed past Emerson, she suddenly sensed a weird vibe from him. "Wait for me by the fountain outside," he whispered between gritted teeth in a volume that could only be heard between the two of them.