Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 478: The Schemer

Finnian Lawrence was holding a glass of whiskey, with an approachable smile, yet sohow still felt distant when interacted with.

Nora Northwood was about to walk over when a wealthy businessman approached her for a chat, so she put it off for the mont and gathered her spirits again.

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Jenson Sinclair weaved through every corner of VK, knowing the layout by heart.

In the stairwell, he spotted a thin figure wearing a hat, furtively tampering with the electrical ter.

He asked, "What are you doing?"

The silhouette in the darkness imdiately trembled, clearly shaken by the sudden appearance of soone.

"You’re not a VK employee," Jenson Sinclair added.

The man in the hat didn’t dare to turn around, nor make any other moves, just stood there pondering, seemingly planning his next step — confess or flee?

Then, Jenson Sinclair, in his leather shoes, approached at a steady pace, "Turn around."

His voice carried a certain magic, compelling the person across to unconsciously comply.

When the person turned, Jenson Sinclair, taking advantage of the light from the door crack, saw his face clearly.

His forehead was obscured by the brim of the hat, with fine bangs clashing with his eyelashes, and a scar along his jawline, quite the student look.

Jenson Sinclair found this young man sowhat familiar, as if he had seen him sowhere before.

He half-closed his eyes, struggling to search his mory.

"Spencer Ford?"

He hesitantly voiced this na.

The figure shuddered again, and with a disbelieving tone asked, "How do you know my na?"

"So it really is you," Jenson Sinclair said with a disdainful chuckle.

Spencer realized belatedly, cursing, "You’re ssing with !"

Jenson Sinclair paid no mind to the kid’s temper, focusing only on his question, "Fiddling with the circuit breaker here? You want to cut power to this building?"

"None of your business, I advise you not to ddle,"

"I’m soone who loves to ddle, especially when you’re sneaking around here. So tell , should I take you to your sister or call the cops?"

Jenson Sinclair had looked into Nora Northwood’s background and knew she had a half-brother.

Now it seed the siblings’ relationship wasn’t amicable, even described as extrely poor.

"That depends on whether you have the ability," Spencer, having been doted on as "Ford" in school, was not used to societal challenges, and now was defiantly arguntative not knowing the severity of the matter.

Jenson Sinclair was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, it was with the intent to recruit.

He said, "Actually, I don’t like Nora Northwood either."

Spencer scrutinized him, unabashedly sizing him up from head to toe, as if doubting the truth of his words.

Soon after, he cautiously asked, "Why don’t you like her?"

"Her husband is a rival of my company, always stealing my business, preventing from making money." Jenson Sinclair said, half-truthfully with a touch of coaxing a child.

Spencer believed him, feeling a sense of camaraderie, as if finding a confidant.

He beckoned with his finger, "Then co here, help pull the circuit breaker."

"Too childish. You’re a man, we should solve problems as n do."

In just a few words, Spencer was manipulated, unaware he was being sold while still counting money for his seller.

Jenson Sinclair, wary of eavesdroppers, led him away from the venue, finding a more convenient place to talk.

The kid, seeing him driving a luxury car, was even more convinced of his words, without even inquiring his full na.