Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

After she thought for a while, Charlotte finally decided to plant a bug on Kendall first. The Stevens family was even bigger than the Jane family. It was impossible to deal with them in one go. The first thing to do was to find out who had saved Kendall.

It wasn't easy to install a bug on Kendall. Charlotte decided to pass it to Cole and let him handle it. Regardless, he was able to successfully bug Kendall.

As Charlotte listened to the clear sound of breathing coming from the bug, she let out a sigh of relief.

After he helped Charlotte to do this, Cole immediately told Shane about what she did.

"Mr. Fuller, I didn't expect Miss Charlotte to be so devious. You don't have to worry," Cole said.

"I've never worried about her." "Then why did you askto keep an eye on Miss Stevens?" Shane remained silent.

Cole chuckled and pushed his glasses up. "You're just worried about Miss Charlotte, but you dare not show it. Are you afraid that Miss Charlotte will distance herself from you if she knows what you're thinking?" "She has always been distant from me." Shane frowned.

"That was because of Mr. Jane before. She's now very close to you." Shane was speechless.

"Mr. Fuller, I don't care about your private affairs. However, are you really not going to intervene in the Stevens family's affairs this time?" Was he going to intervene? Charlotte was making her own moves. Unbeknownst to her, Avery was helping Charlotte as well. Even if he intervened, the best thing to do was probably to supply Peter with everything he needed. There was nothing else Shane could do.

Cole called Shane's ntwice without getting any reply, so he stopped trying.

After a while, Charlotte took out her laptop and walked over to the two of them. She handed the laptop and laptop bag to Shane and said, "I have somewhere to go. I'll leave my things with you for now." "Okay, drive safe." Shane took the computer.

"I'll call you after I arrive at the office." Charlotte waved at him before leaving.

Shane's gaze followed her until she left. Cole bowed respectfully and said, "Mr. uller, Miss Charlotte has left. Should we go back or go "Let's go home." "Yes, sir." After he got in the car, Shane turned on the computer and used GPS to locate Charlotte and Kendall.

Currently, Kendall was in court, and Charlotte's signal had disappeared after entering a coffee shop. This meant that there was an anti-tracking system in the coffee shop. It was very likely that she was going to meet someone who was masterful with information technology, such as Avery.

However, at the current point, there was no point for Charlotte to see Avery. Kendall had already been sentenced and the Stevens family had not yet arrived in the country. Only a few of them had arrived. If she had gone to see Avery...

Shane's eyes darkened. "Cole, do you have any good informants on our side?" "Yes, we do, but that person is your admirer. It's the one you drove away before, Josephine Hans and her brother Jackson." Cole explained.

"Josephine should be married by now." "That's true. Shall we call her back?" Shane remained silent.

It would be dangerous to recruit a woman who used to have feelings for him, but now Peter didn't have enough tto help him keep an eye on Avery and Charlotte. Besides, everyone knew that Peter liked Zoe. It was very difficult to ensure that he wouldn't defect.

The best thing to do was to find someone who was uninvolved in the situation, and especially uninvolved with Charlotte.

"Call Jackson back to the country and ask him to keep an eye on Charlotte. I want to know everything she does." Shane finally made a decision.

Cole sighed and said, "Mr. Fuller, I can understand what you're thinking, but what if Miss Charlotte finds out?" "She won't find out." Cole hopes so.

Cole knew that he couldn't change Mr. Fuller's decision at all, so he didn't waste his breath.

One of the roads that led to the coffee shop led to Avery's home. It was hidden underground.

Although it was hidden underground, the path's roof was made of glass. If you looked up, you would see a lot of plants and the road above.

The glass was designed to look like it was part of the coffee shop, and had a layer of fake fallen grass on top of it too. Even if you stood in front of the coffee shop, you wouldn't see the glass. Charlotte sat below the glass and looked at the passers-by through the fake fallen leaves, "Did you install this glass on because you want to see who comes here?" "Yes," Avery answered.

"I didn't know that you were so cautious." "My appearance throws people off. When my enemies let down their guard, I can easily defeat them. Sometimes they don't even know that I'm making a move. How wonderful it is." "Have you ever succeeded?" "I have been successful for a long time. Lottie, passthe tweezers." Charlotte searched through a large pile of tools. Finally, she found the tweezers he was talking about. She picked it up and passed it to him.

Avery was helping her modify the bugs. After his modifications, it would be able to make live recordings. And now that it had been upgraded, the bug would be able to receive recordings from Kendall no matter where she was in River City.

"After this is done, you will be able to monitor your target all the time." Avery raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Charlotte tilted her head.

Avery knew that she didn't understand, so he explained, "In this way, even if we're asleep, the system will back up automatically. I also set up keywords and a breathing filter, which will directly remove breathing sounds. After we put her breathing sounds into the software, it will automatically remove the noises. That way, we won't miss important information and we won't have to listen to everything ourselves." "You're so awesome," Charlotte said sincerely.

"During extenuating circumstances, Peter and I would both have to step up and act as spies. What would we do if we didn't have sskills?" Avery put down the tweezers and tapped his index finger on Charlotte's forehead.

Charlotte covered her forehead. "What are you doing?"

"I could have rested today, but you disturbed me. How will you compensate me?" "Why don't treat you to a meal?" Avery looked at the wall. It was 4 o'clock now. Sof the nicer restaurants would have a line. They would make good tif they left now. He stood up and put on a coat. "Yes, let's go." Just as Charlotte was about to respond, her phone rang.

She knew that most of Avery's residences blocked outside communications. It was not that he did not trust his friends, but rather that he was afraid that they would be manipulated by others. How was it that she could receive a call now? What was going on? Charlotte looked at Avery in confusion and asked, "What's going on? How is my phone ringing?" "Answer it. I've modified my system. Now it doesn't block typical phone lines. That means you can call and text, but you can't use the Internet." So it was like that.

Only then did Charlotte finally feel at ease to pick up the call.

"Lottie, can you doa favor?" Zoe's voice cfrom the other end of the line.

She sounded like she was crying, and her breathing was stilted. Even if she wasn't crying now, she had cried before.

In Charlotte's opinion, Zoe had always been a very strong woman. She was calm and objective. You could say that she was a little ruthless. Now, when Charlotte heard Zoe's voice, her heart clenched. She asked quickly, "What's the matter? Is it about your parents again?" Previously, she had bumped into Zoe, who had been crying because of her father.

"I intend to cut off my relationship with them and break off ties on both sides, but they actually wantto give back the house my grandmother left for me. That is my only home, Charlotte. I have many friends after working with Mr. Fuller for so many years, but..." In the end, those friends only prioritized Shane, not her.

X Charlotte instantly understood the purpose of Zoe's call. She scoffed and said, "No one can bully my friends." She had made up her mind to take care of this matter.

Avery patted her on the shoulder and leaned over, saying, "She can cwith us." There was a tinge of mischief in his eyes.