With that, Emily hurried out.
Dylan turned to Dennis. “Have someone keep an eye on her. Report any unusual activity to me immediately.”
Dennis nodded. “Yes, Mr. Austin. I’ll arrange it.”
…
The next day, Rebecca reported for her first day at the Austin Group.
The Austin Group tower stood like a corporate titan in the city center, its glass curtain walls reflecting the dazzling sunlight.
In the company lobby, she ran into Dennis.
Dennis was dressed in a sharp, well-tailored suit, looking crisp and capable.
Rebecca greeted him. “Dennis.”
Dennis immediately bowed respectfully. “Good morning, Mrs. Austin.”
Rebecca cleared her throat and whispered, “At the office, just call me Raina. Don’t call me Mrs. Austin.”
Dennis understood at once.
In fact, Mr. Austin had already instructed him not to say anything. Even if Rebecca hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have let it slip.
So he was now a player in the President and his wife's little game.
“Yes, Mrs. A… Raina.” He almost slipped up out of habit but corrected himself quickly. “Let me show you to your desk.”
Rebecca nodded.
Dennis led Rebecca to her workstation.
It was in a spacious, brightly lit office area, clean and tidy, and also the closest one to Dylan's office.
A glass wall separated them, but it was a one-way mirror. He could see out, but she couldn't see in.
All his boss had to do was look up, and he could see his wife.
Dennis pushed the door open and saw Dylan busy with paperwork at his desk.
“Mr. Austin, Mrs. Austin asked me to give this to you.” He said, placing the cookies on the desk.
Dylan paused, looking at the box with a flicker of confusion in his eyes. “What’s this?”
Dennis smiled. “The young master made these cookies himself. Mrs. Austin wanted you to try them. I think she’s trying to help mend the relationship between you and him.”
Dylan frowned, ignoring Dennis's assumption.
If Rebecca wanted to mend their relationship, she wouldn't be hiding her identity from him.
He looked up and saw Rebecca sitting right across from him, separated only by the transparent glass partition.
His frown deepened.
He demanded coldly, “Who put her there?”

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