Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Jared held Tina tighter, resting his forehead just above her eyebrows, whispering softly, "Look at my Tina." My Tina.

There were no words in the world that could be more heart-stirring than these.

Tina felt as though she had fallen into a pool of spring water, thoroughly soaked with moisture.

They gazed into each other's eyes, neither stepping forward.

Their eyes held only each other, deeply imprinting the other's face.

They tugged at each other, looking into each other's eyes.

Creak...

The door to the laboratory opened, and Natalie walked in, tugging at Wraith's ear, her face layered with embarrassment.

Natalie was the first to recover, "You continue, I'm going to teach this disciple who doesn't want to progress. Only today did I find out he has turned into something called Wraith!"

Tina watched as Natalie dragged Wraith aside and kicked him.

She was still in Jared's embrace, not even their fingertips parting.

"Boss, your daughter is still dating, aren't you going to do anything? She's underage and being lured away by an older man, and you're here lecturing me!"

Wraith yelled, only to be silenced by Natalie with a swift injection.

"If you don't explain the toxins you've developed over the years today, you'll never speak again."

Natalie couldn't stand her subordinates causing trouble.

Had she known Wraith was Lockie, she would have ended his existence with one slice!

Tina pursed her lips, conceding that in terms of mental toughness, her mother was truly formidable.

"Old man, aren't you going to let go? Do you really want to make a scene?" Tina pushed away his hands, winking slyly.

Jared then let go, touched his nose, and silently stepped forward, handing Natalie an electric baton, "Master, this tool is quite handy."

The baton, developed by Wraith, could release a voltage of thousands of volts at the press of a button and also emit a blast of air, making one feel momentarily powerless as if hit by a typhoon. Natalie flipped the baton in her hand, "Not bad at all!"

Wraith watched Jared in despair.

Fine, he understood.

It's true what they say, a family that plays together, stays together!

Natalie, disrespectful of her age, Jared, dark and cunning, and Tina, cunning and ruthless-none were good people!

Jared, always vindictive, felt satisfied and left with Tina.

On the way.

Tina relayed to Jared what had happened at Stephanie's house, "It seems they are targeting the Emerson family again, trying to use them to disrupt the internal affairs of the Mountain Veil Order." Tina said a lot, but Jared only heard: ... Lysander saw me today...

"Alright, I got it."

Tina paused, "You got what?"

Jared curved his lips, cleverly changing the subject, "Nathan called me today, saying Grace has already reported to headquarters."

"That fast? What position?" Tina asked.

"Equal to Linden, she's been appointed Secretary-General by the central office. Officially, she's here to learn, but in reality, she's a spy implanted by the central office in Ashbury."

Ever since Jared left, Ashbury's X Bureau had become a thorn in Clearwater's side.

Everyone knew that the people in Ashbury's X Bureau were Jared's people, and even though Jared had left, their loyalties had departed with him.

To prevent Ashbury from completely becoming Jared's territory, naturally, someone had to be sent to manage it.

Of all people, they sent Grace, who had a grudge against Jared.

Harry Jackson's purpose was to tell Jared that Ashbury was not his alone to command.

After hearing this, Tina laughed, "A spy? They should at least find someone as smart as Hayden, that's the bare minimum intelligence level, and yet they still sent her?" Hayden: "I feel like someone is praising me, and yet, not really..."

Nathan: "Don't doubt it, they are indeed praising you."

Jared chuckled, "Who knows what the headquarters really means."

At the X Bureau, Linden called Nathan, who looked disgusted, into his office.

"Miss Hancock has just arrived here, unfamiliar with everything. As the chief captain of the headquarters, you should take care of her."

Nathan was almost annoyed; he had never seen a former suspect turn into his boss.

Linden smiled knowingly at Nathan, understanding his thoughts.

"The headquarters has already investigated; she's clear. Just do your job and show her around the training grounds."

Reluctantly, Nathan responded, "Yes."

Linden waved his hand, signaling Nathan to leave.

He sighed deeply, looking over Grace's files.

Leo had personally recommended her; Grace had quite the background.

However, it seemed impossible to separate her from the hidden family.

The Hancock family had always been eyeing some assets of the once-hidden Lyon family. Now with Max still serving time inside, Grace managed to get a job at the X Bureau and was assigned to Ashbury. If they said she had no connections to the hidden family, he wouldn't believe it.

But who was behind all this?

Someone who had protected Asher Vance for so many years and had safely brought Grace over.

This person's influence must be no less than the Brookes family.

Just as Nathan stepped outside, he bumped into Grace, who had come to deliver some documents.

"Captain Lehman, long time no see." Grace smiled at Nathan without any discomfort.

Nathan coldly glanced at Grace, "Hmm, the last time I saw Miss Hancock was on the way to Clearwater Prison. Didn't expect to see you again so soon."

Grace's smile froze, and a hint of awkward discomfort flashed in her eyes.

Nathan's words were far from polite; they bordered on insulting.

Especially since he spoke so loudly, with so many people around, everyone heard him clearly.

Grace struggled to maintain her composure but could only endure, "Yes, I was innocent, just that at that time..."

"I'm not interested in what happened then. You have three minutes to join me at the training grounds, or I'm leaving without you."

Nathan checked his watch, his expression stern as he shouted to everyone present, "Three minutes, assemble!"

The entire X Bureau was on high alert, more serious than when they were on a mission.

Nathan rarely used such a tone, but whenever he did, blood was expected at today's training ground!

Grace was still reeling from the shock; the noisy crowd had already suited up and was ready to move.

And there she was, still in a skirt and high heels, unable to keep up with their pace.

"Wait for me!" Grace hurriedly put down her documents and ran to the changing room.

When she finally arrived, Nathan was already counting down the last ten seconds.

Grace ran and stumbled onto the vehicle, only to be told, "I'm sorry Miss Hancock, this seat is for the captain."

"Then where should I sit?" Grace asked in surprise.

The driver pointed to the back, "If you want to experience a day at the training grounds, naturally, you sit in the back."

Just as he finished speaking, Hayden walked over and yanked Grace out, "Who's this mutt daring to take the captain's seat! Oops, Miss Hancock, sorry about that, I didn't see clearly!"