Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 339

He instinctively glanced around, looking uneasy for the first time. "Ms. Porter, this ... this breaks the rules."

"How does it break the rules? You're the one who said it, you just do your job. Everything else is not your problem."

Dawn held back her urgency and kept her voice steady. "Name your price. I only have two requests. First, find out what I need to know, and second, no one who shouldn't know finds out."

Seeing a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, she added, "Don't worry. I won't make things hard for you. What I need you to check has nothing to do with Jonathan."

Victor stayed silent.

His cold face and conflicted expression showed he was having a huge mental battle.

After what felt like a long time, the three bodyguards in the back saw they weren't moving, and almost walked over to ask.

Finally, Dawn got the answer she wanted.

"What do you want to check?"

Her expression relaxed. She lowered her voice. "Look into Joe's brother. What he did before, what he's doing now. Most importantly, I need to know his whereabouts three months ago."

Victor thought for two seconds, then agreed.

"Okay. Give me two days."

Just as he finished speaking, the bodyguards reached them. "Is everything okay?"

Dawn and Victor exchanged a glance. She smiled lightly. "Everything's okay. We just liked the view. But now that you're here ... you're kind of killing the vibe. Let's go."

The bodyguards were baffled.

They looked at each other, hurt.

They were killing the vibe?

How?

Victor's mouth twitched. Then he said coldly, "Whatever Ms. Porter says is correct. Follow her."

With her mission accomplished, Dawn had nothing else to do.

All that was left was to wait for the result.

For two days, she almost never left the villa. It was basically just the yard and her room, back and forth.

Before Victor's report came, an annoying woman showed up first.

Compared to her, Roxanne made herself right at home, settling onto the living room couch and asking the housekeeper for a fresh-squeezed orange juice.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

She noticed Dawn's frown and shrugged smugly. "Jonathan and I are business partners. Is it too much to have a glass of orange juice at his place?"

"Not at all."

Dawn couldn't muster a friendly expression for her. "But Jonathan's at the office right now. If you want his orange juice, you should go there, not here."

"What if I came to see you?"

"Then I might poison your juice."

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