Chapter 162 Mr. Flynn on the Case
The next day.
Reese's phone rang, and a subtle smile graced her face as she glanced at the screen. It was a small but noticeable change for someone as composed as Reese. Malcolm, observing her, couldn't help but wonder who had the power to bring such a genuine smile to her face.
Without delay, Reese threw back the covers and made her way to the bathroom. Malcolm quietly followed, standing just outside the door, straining to eavesdrop on her conversation. Inside, her typically composed voice held a hint of tenderness.
"Alright, send me the address and I'll come over, but don't waste my time—I don't have a long lunch break," she said.
Unable to catch more of the conversation, Malcolm retreated, jumped back into bed, pulled the covers over him, and pretended to be asleep.
Reese didn't seem to notice anything off. She glanced at the bed, set down her phone, and began to change and freshen up. Just as she was about to grab the doorknob, she heard Malcolm mutter from behind, "Honey, how about we have lunch together at noon?"
Malcolm's voice had a seductive and deep tone that usually left women enamored. However, Reese was far from most women. Without even turning around, she firmly declined, "I've got plans. Ask Justin to join you instead."
Pride and confusion swirled in Malcolm's response, "Why would I choose my assistant over my wife?"
"But I'm busy, Malcolm. I've got something important at noon," Reese replied, her demeanor unwavering. The person she was meeting today seemed to hold significant importance.
Unlike Reese, whom Malcolm saw daily, missing a lunch together felt insignificant. There would always be another opportunity, perhaps not today.
"Do you mind if I join you? My treat." Malcolm blurted out hastily.
Her eye twitched with irritation, but her resolve remained firm.
"No thanks, I'm heading out," she stated.
With those final words, she opened the door and left. A flicker of annoyance crossed Malcolm’s eyes. Who could possibly be more important than her own husband?
Frustration welled up, and Malcolm dialed Justin's number with a tone that was far from the tenderness he used with Reese.
Justin could sense the chill through the phone, wondering if Reese had somehow crossed Mr. Flynn again.
Warily, he asked, "Mr. Flynn, do you have any specific instructions?"
"Check who Reese is meeting with at lunch."
Hearing the dark tone in Malcolm's voice, Justin gasped, "You don't think Reese might be...seeing another man behind your back, do you?"
"I told you to check, not to gossip!" Malcolm snapped.
He was grinding his teeth in frustration because he had thought he heard a man's voice on the phone.
If Reese were indeed cheating on him, the man responsible would pay dearly for messing with Malcolm Flynn's wife.
Justin hastily agreed, "I'm on it."
"I want an answer in five minutes," the man's voice was icy enough to freeze water.
"Fi... five minutes!" Justin panicked, knowing that making a single phone call in that time frame was a tall order.
"Any more stalling and you've got two minutes." The man had zero patience left and hung up.
Justin had no choice but to start searching.
Five minutes later, Justin's message came through with just two short words: "No leads."
The man's face darkened, and he let loose a severe scolding on the callback.
"What do you mean 'no leads?' How hard can it be to track one person? Don't bother showing up tomorrow."
"Wait, Mr. Flynn, I didn't find the person, but I just found out where Reese is meeting up. I've just sent the address to your phone."
Justin's heart nearly leaped to his throat when Mr. Flynn suggested he shouldn't come in tomorrow.
Malcolm's phone vibrated, and he finally saw the address from Justin, his stern expression easing slightly.
"Cancel all my appointments for noon today," Malcolm said.
"Mr. Flynn, are you planning to handle this personally? Do you need me to come with you?" Justin inquired, a hint of anxiety in his tone.
All he got in response was the chilling beeping of a disconnected call.
After work that noon, Reese drove straight to the restaurant and immediately spotted Jason by the window, dressed to the nines, the epitome of a successful businessperson. Several young women were nearby, trying to snap photos of him.
She shook her head, resigned. His old habits of basking in female attention hadn't changed; he always loved to play it cool.
But she knew what he was truly like, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, radiating the charm of a successful man on the surface, but in reality...
Reese approached, pulled out a chair, and sat down with brisk, no-nonsense movements.
Jason, noticing Reese's arrival, offered an embarrassed smile to the nearby girls.
"Sorry, my friend just arrived."
One of the girls asked, curious, "Is she your girlfriend?"
"No, but she's the most important woman in my life."
As Jason spoke, he gave Reese a cheeky wink, which she responded to with a disdainful turn of her head.
The girls awkwardly backed away.
"Let's order." Jason told the waiter at his side.
Reese remained composed, unruffled by the situation.
Teasing her, Jason said, "Reese, why are you still the same? You're in your twenties, not the naive little girl you used to be. Can't you act a bit more like a married woman should?"
Reese was unfazed, tilting her chin up slightly towards Jason. "Aren't you the guy who has girls clustering around wherever he goes?"
Jason chuckled lowly, "Sorry, please don’t thwart my charm."
"Don't put me off my food; I still need to eat." retorted Reese, never one to mince words.
Jason reached out to caress her cheek but she dodged his touch.
A flash of sternness in her eyes as she said, "You've forgotten what I’ve told you again."
Despite their decent relationship, Jason found her gaze daunting any time it shifted ever so slightly.
Sheepishly, he withdrew his hand, "Alright, alright, I know, you don't like people touching you."
Reese took a sip from her glass, cutting to the chase.
"Spit it out. You didn't fly all this way just to have a meal with me."
Jason’s fingers gently traced the rim of his glass, his eyelids lifting slightly.
"What if I said I came back just to see you?"
Reese snorted with a shake of her head.
"That's not your style. Could you really stand leaving all your close friends?"
A wry smile curved Jason’s lips. "I really only fancy you. Everyone else is just passing through. You are the true light of my heart."
Reese put her glass down on the table, her voice low but laced with irritation that Jason could sense.
He downed the water in his glass, a smile still on his face.
"Still as fiery as ever."
"You know I don't have time for your nonsense."
Only with enough mutual understanding could they speak so fearlessly. Reese and Jason had known each other for nearly a decade.
Jason looked seemingly harmless on the surface, but anyone who could handle Reese was definitely not an easy target.
Seeing Reese's impatience, Jason dropped his casual demeanor. Leaning in slightly, he said, "There's a mission."
Reese's brows furrowed. "What mission requires you to come all the way here?"
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