Chapter 504 Do You Feel Like Making Love to Me?
Louis couldn't help but laugh over the phone. "Reese, why are you stressing? Sales are up, who cares how or who bought it? Plus, you love this coffee."
"I do, but I need to know the details to feel at ease."
That was just how she was—always sticking to principles and needing to understand the cause and effect. She didn't believe in luck.
Louis knew Reese well and agreed. "Alright, Reese, give me a bit to look into it. Also, I need to talk to you about Nolan. He's been sniffing around Everhart. I heard Everhart has some dirt on him."
Reese's eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes turned icy. "What did you say?"
"I'll explain in person when we get a chance. For now, let's sort out your coffee issue."
Reese realized it wasn't the best time to discuss this with so many people around. "Okay, you investigate first and message me when you're done."
"Got it."
After hanging up, Reese fell into deep thought. So, Nolan was desperate to find Everhart not because Everhart was useless or had ruined his business, but because Everhart had dirt on him. That made sense.
Everhart hadn't told her the truth either. Reese clenched her fists, anger creeping up her cheeks. She hated being deceived, especially after she had gone to great lengths to save Everhart, and he dared to hide something from her.
A nearby female employee looked at Reese with a puzzled expression. Although Reese hadn't said anything or blamed them, her aura was intimidating, sending chills down their spines. The atmosphere, which had been somewhat harmonious, now felt frozen. No one dared to make a sound.
A female employee cautiously called out, "Ms. Brooks..."
Reese snapped out of her thoughts and stood up. "Since sales are up, keep working. If anything comes up, I'll let you know."
The female employees hugged each other excitedly.
"Great, does this mean we won't lose our jobs?"
"Probably, and if sales keep going up, maybe we'll get a raise next month."
"Dream on, I just want to keep this job."
Reese walked out with the documents, and Louis had already sent over the data. It was thorough, and Reese understood it at a glance. Louis also sent over someone's information and a voice message. "Reese, you should know this person. They've had dealings with the Flynn Group for years."
Reese suddenly understood. She put away her phone and walked towards Malcolm's car. Malcolm was working on his laptop, as usual. No matter where he went, he always had his laptop with him to handle any sudden incidents. Calling him a workaholic was no exaggeration.
Hearing a knock on the car window, he looked up and opened the door. "Honey, are you done?"
Reese leaned lazily against the car door, squinting slightly as she looked Malcolm up and down. "Mr. Flynn, what's the point of this?"
Malcolm didn't need to ask to understand what she meant. He chuckled softly and praised Reese instead of giving a direct answer. "As expected of my wife, only you could figure this out in an hour."
Anyone else might not have been able to find out even in two days. Sales data was scattered, and tracking which customers bought it or through which channels could be exhausting.
But Reese was different. As a hacker, she had sharp instincts and analytical skills, knowing exactly where to start. She had the channels to get the most valuable information in the shortest time.
He always trusted her abilities and never intended to keep anything from her. He was simply curious about how far she could go.
Now it seemed her potential was even greater than he had imagined.
Reese was a bit speechless. "What's the point of this? We don't need to mass-produce right now, and we're not shutting down the coffee company. You know this is a gift from you, and I won't take it lightly. But I have more important things to handle right now."
She had already planned that once she was done with her current tasks, the first thing she would do was to promote this coffee.
Malcolm asked, "Aren't you afraid that by then, the coffee will be out of production?"
"No," Reese replied confidently, "With me around, even if it's dead, I can bring it back to life."
It all depended on whether she wanted to or not.
Malcolm loved this about Reese. No matter how big the challenge, she was always confident and never gave up.
His dark eyes held admiration for Reese. He reached out and ruffled her hair.
"Yes, my wife is the best. But if you have any difficulties or other issues, you must tell me. I'm your strongest support."
Reese gave him a sidelong glance. "So, can you call off those people who are buying on purpose?"
She was worried that Malcolm would end up spending a lot of money, making it seem that her coffee sales depended on her husband filling in the gaps. That would be too much of a loss.
Malcolm nodded thoughtfully, then pulled Reese onto his lap and held her waist. His deep voice was magnetic and soothing in her ear. "Don't worry. Although I spent some money, it helped make your coffee famous. I even had them change the image on the coffee to your cartoon avatar."
Reese's eyes widened. "What did you say?"
Seeing her surprised expression, Malcolm raised an eyebrow playfully, teasing her.
"Do you want to change it to a couple's avatar? I can have Justin find someone to make it overnight, and we can switch it tomorrow."
As he spoke, Malcolm was about to call Justin, but Reese stopped him.
"What are you doing? That's not what I meant. I don't want a couple's avatar."
She didn't want to be so high-profile. It was just selling coffee.
Malcolm held her wrist, intertwining their fingers.
"Then what do you want to do?"
His deep, husky voice stirred her heartstrings, making her heart race.
She awkwardly looked away. "I don't want to do anything. Just be normal and don't always think about those things."
Lately, she had noticed Malcolm's heightened energy, perhaps hinting at a desire for a child, though he hadn't explicitly said it.
Malcolm didn't deny it at all. Instead, he held Reese even tighter. Reese looked up at him and noticed his thick but short eyelashes, deep-set eyes, high nose bridge, and straight, clean-cut nose, like a sculpture with no extra lines.
Reese had seen many handsome men, but few had the enduring appeal of Malcolm.
Especially when he was working, his overwhelming presence was enough to captivate any woman. She was no exception, though she didn't openly display it. But now it didn't matter; he was her husband, and she could look as much as she wanted.
Seeing Reese staring at him, Malcolm leaned closer. His breath was assertive, cold and heavy.
"Want to get intimate?"
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