Harper slightly frowned as she tried to rember.
"If I’m not mistaken, you gave it to a week ago. And I think... I’ve only sent about twenty text ssages. Well, maybe more. A lot more. Okay, I send about three to five tis a day," she explained innocently with an aura of guilt.
"Okay! Okay! I sent a lot of texts to him. Why do you even ask, Sam?"
Sam chuckled as he looked at Harper with pity flashing through his eyes.
"Well, you’re the Boss, and I respect you. But, yeah, I think you’ve sent too many ssages to Sean in too short a ti. So, I guess… Sean probably has blocked your number," Sam tried to hold back a laugh so hard, seeing Harper’s usually beautiful and cheerful face slowly turning gloomy beautifully.
Even though Sam’s statent was most likely accurate, hearing it upset her heart. She said nothing back at him, just sent him a sharp dagger gaze.
"Well, Boss, don’t bla Sean Spencer. Really. You can’t bla him. He is a commander in the army special force, not just a random guy you saw outside and working 9 to 5," Sam chuckled as he rembered Sean’s position in the military and as the current president’s only son. "I know his private number is only known to a few important people, and I’m lucky to be one of them."
"Sam!" Harper called out to Sam in an icy tone. "How dare you rub salt in my wounded heart?" Harper felt even more gloomy. She knew she had no chance with Sean.
What Harper imagined she did now was an amateur trying to climb Mount Everest without gear and practice. It seed impossible to achieve!
However, she was too stubborn to stop. Well, at least she tried, right?
"Hahaha. Sorry Boss, I was just stating the fact," Sam shook his head while looking at Stefan, who was typing sothing on his laptop. "Stefan, can you help Harper? Your talent would be beneficial to our Boss here..."
Stefan turned to see Sam and Harper. He asked, "Sure! What kind of service could I help our Boss here, bro?"
"Can you hack Sean Spencer’s phone?"
Stefan said nothing but gave Sam a get-lost kind of expression.
Sam couldn’t help but laugh at Stefan’s annoyed expression as he returned his focus to his laptop. It was obvious to Sam that Stefan was not keen on assisting Harper in hacking the phone of one of the most important military officers in this country.
"Oh, co on. Are you silently saying you can’t do it? I’m not asking you to breach his privacy or steal anything. Just unblock Harper’s phone number in his cell phone or ensure he reads the text ssage that Harper sent him..." Sam continued.
Sam was starting to wonder about Stefan’s abilities. If Stefan could beat the hackers in his old division, he would consider Stefan to be the best hacker he had ever known.
Harper’s expression was curious, like Sam’s. Her hope to pursue Sean is still going strong. She was eager to hear Stefan’s answer, her eyes not even blinking as she looked at him.
However, instead of answering Sam’s question, Stefan turned his gaze back to the monitor. He continued to type, ignoring Sam and purposely typing harder to show he was ignoring him. The clack-clack-clack sound from the keyboard got louder and faster.
Sam chuckled while staring at Harper. He saw her shoulders slumped as she looked at him.
"Sam, forget it. The best hackers in this country protect Sean. It would be unfair to ask Stefan for such trouble only to have my number unblocked from Sean’s private number."
"Yeah, I know...Sorry for asking, bro." Said Sam with a chuckle.
"Well, I have a better plan than hacking his phone. How about you lure Sean Spencer out to et you for lunch or dinner? I will be there to take advantage of the opportunity to et him. What do you think?" Harper said it so excitedly that her voice sounded slightly squeaky.
"Boss Harper, you are a cunning woman! I like your idea. But I’m sorry to say that you expect too much from . I’m not that close with him to ask him for lunch or dinner. There is no way to ask him sothing like that out of the blue."
Sam shook his head. He had been close with Sean, but that was back when he didn’t know about Sean’s family status. At the ti, Sean had joined the army without using his family’s last na and privilege; he advanced in the military based on his own rit.
Only recently did they learn about Sean’s true identity when he beca the youngest General in the country and his connection to the Spencers was exposed. They didn’t treat Sean any differently, but without them realizing it, it seed like there was a distance between them.
"Huh? I thought soldiers were like brothers in arms. You’ve been through life-and-death experiences together, right?" Harper asked curiously, rembering Sam vaguely ntioning how he knew Sean.
"You are right. However, when I retired, I was no longer in contact with Sean Spencer. We drifted apart and only t him again when he visited Bella." Sam smiled as he rembered his first encounter with Sean at Quantum Capital.
Even though they weren’t as close and didn’t communicate after Sam retired from the military, he was grateful that Sean still considered him family and even saved his phone number.
Now,
Looking at Harper’s disappointed expression, Sam felt terrible for her. After a quick thought, he said, "Harper, I’m sorry I can’t promise to get Sean to et . But I will try to contact him for you. I will do my best..."
A spring-like smile slowly erged on Harper’s lips when she heard about Sam’s promise.
"Thank you, Sam."
"Don’t say that. I haven’t done anything yet," Sam said, scratching his head. He sohow felt worried about calling Sean. "Oh, right. When are you returning to New York?"
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