Chapter 117. It Was You, Wasn’t It?

[Since you’re pleased with my capabilities, shall we begin? What will my first task be?]

Lance stared at the email, he hesitated to reply for a moment, but eventually typed back.

[I would like you to do a few things, but it won’t be a hard task for you.

For starters, I want you to monitor what Grace Laurent is doing.

Secondly, I would like you to try and dig up whatever dirt you can on her and her son.]

Roxanne was staring at him, trying to understand why he wanted to monitor Christopher of all people. The guy was basically like a dead nonentity in their lives.

But then again, you can never be too cautious when it comes to people of his kind.

She kept silent, waiting for him to continue typing, and as if he knew what she was thinking, Lance continued.

[I need to see results by the end of the week, and I mean detailed reports and data collected concerning Claude Cube and His Daughter Penelope Cube. Can I expect that of you?] Lance hit t