The Wife' s Secret Mission

now better known as Andrea Isabelle Van

azing up at the city's gray, deafening sky, every skyscraper seem

buried deep, but now they rise and dance before her. A promise uttered on h

ed by the most urgen

if eager to end Andrea's suffering. Maria Mendez, his efficient an

tes, Miss Van Houten. He is already waiting in our hotel room. We w

skin. Michael Smith. Jessica. Those names were the most discord

duled for the end of the year, the jewelry de

holding back the wave of nausea rising in her thro

rejected the idea of meeting Michael Smith. To her, he was th

a, put on the most perfect mask, an

orm. Her heart was racing, not from nervousness, but from cold anger.

suite she had rented. The spacious living room, dominated by elegant colors, offer

e glow of the setting sun, shrouded in an aura of mystery. He was engrossed in his phone

deniable touch of the devil. The evil charm radi

and suffocating night five years ago. The night when her f

An odd sensation crept through her body, not fear, but

ea quickly pushed it aside, focusing on her primary goal.

looked up. His eyes, a pair of frozen oceans, met Andrea's. Instantly, an odd tingling ran down her sp

nose, and thin lips that looked so... tempting. His aura was so dominant,

I apologize, I encountered a slight delay on my way here." Andrea's voice was calm,

sed in an expensive, well-tailored suit. Wherever he went, he w

Sonya had gotten all her charm from-Michael's lips,

onths, felt every kick, every heartbeat, yet Sonya see

eemed to spark between their skin. "Good evening, Miss Van Houten. I understand, and I h

name Van Houten, the surname of a Dutch billionaire family, was

services. Andrea smiled faintly, a smile that didn't reach her eyes

ed for Michae

ls, types of gems, diamond cuts, and design concepts fo

ichael's face. She had to carry it out. The plan she had meticulously

had to admit that the Van Houten name wasn't earned because of h

private setting," said Andrea, glancing at Maria who was pr

tive ideas that I can only discuss directly wit

n his cold eyes. "Please, Miss Van Houten." The assistants, with hig

rea felt adrenaline pumping through her veins. This was the moment. A special stimulant, undetectable

e scent deeply so he couldn't resist. Andrea's mission, which she fe

would save Sonya. And for that, Michael must fall into he

t still cold. "Mr. Michael, I'm sure you'l

hiskey. One for Michael, one for herself. The clear liquid shimmere

emembered," Andrea said, raising her glass,

if trying to pierce through the mask Andrea was wearing. Was he suspicious

. Every drop was a step closer