I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 319 Deliberate Neglect of Duty

William subconsciously straightened himself, a sense of awe for his president seated silently behind him overwhelmed him. His president managed to guess every single detail accurately.

After Melanie reached home and took a shower, she found herself still restless. A thought suddenly came to mind.

She called the custodian of the fragrance blending room from her company’s perfume department.

“Mr. Shaw, pardon me for bothering you at this hour. You’ve been keeping an eye on the perfume blending room over the past few days. Did you find anything suspicious?” she asked Mr. Shaw, who was on night duty.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“I think | did...” Mr. Shaw went on after pondering for a moment.

“| had wanted to report it to you today. Every night, one or two suspicious-looking strangers would come to the level where the perfume blending room is located. Although they have their access passes, | find them unfamiliar. Miss, should | tell security to step up on entrance checks at night?”

“No need for that, Mr. Shaw. In fact, | want you to have some drinks and nap a while during your shift tonight,” Melanie said firmly.

“Huh?” Mr. Shaw was shocked at Melanie’s suggestion.

“Don't worry, | have a plan in mind,” she said.

That was when Mr. Shaw understood what was going on.

After hanging up, Melanie informed the security department to work overtime at the last minute to launch a surveillance system that was previously decommissioned, and to run it alongside the current system.

“I'll have to trouble everyone to pay attention to the surveillance footage of both systems. If anything suspicious emerges, don’t act rashly to alert the other party and just inform me immediately,” she instructed.

“Don’t worry, Miss,” members of the security department assured her. ‘Siberian Butterflies’ had suddenly become viral. She knew that many people were up all night, jealous of the

success of the series. Now that she was preparing for a perfume exhibition, she’d rather be safe than sorry and guard against foul play before the big event.

After settling Jones Enterprise’s affairs, she texted Mr. Smith to invite him to Mount Coloss to take another series of photos as the backdrop for the perfume exhibition.

Mr. Smith agreed readily, promising to cancel all his appointments tomorrow so he could go to Mount Coloss with her.

By the time she was done making all these arrangements, it was already 1.30 am. Melanie headed to the bedroom to retire for the night, but found Jeffrey lying on the bed.

+15 BONUS Since the last time they were intimate, Jeffrey started ignoring all boundaries between them.

Melanie pressed her lips together, but tip-toed over so that she wouldn't wake Jeffrey up from his deep slumber. She pulled a blanket over from a corner, and laid on the other side of the bed.

Just as she curled up and settled herself down to sleep, his arms reached her. She felt a sudden warmth against her back. Jeffrey had wrapped himself around her from behind.

“Aren't you supposed to be asleep?” she said, slightly taken aback.

“Who said so?”

Jeffrey's eyes were still closed, but his arm tightened around her as the other hand started getting touchy.

Melanie immediately pressed his restless hand down in rejection. “I’m going to Mount Coloss tomorrow, and | need the rest tonight.”

“Why are you going to Mount Coloss tomorrow?” His eyes popped open as he asked, clearly bothered.

Melanie told him about Mr. Smith and her plan.

Jeffrey paused for a moment before saying, “Siberian Butterflies’ has been in the limelight since it was launched. Now that Morgan Group is involved in it, all the more you must be careful. People who draw the most attention always end up getting into much trouble.”

“You're so concerned about it. Aren’t you busy enough with Morgan Group’s affairs? | have my own plans,” Melanie retorted teasingly.

“That’s reassuring to hear.”

Jeffrey smirked. He shook his hand free from her hold, and started caressing her once more. “Hey, | said... | need to wake up early tomorrow...”

“You'll rest better with some exercise.”

Jeffrey pressed his body against hers, not giving her any chance to escape. “What’s more, | don’t need you to move much...