Marriage Contract Secret Agent

Fifteen Minutes

Miley Wiz is a new type of firearms designer in the country of A. He was quite hidden from the outside world. His identity outside was just an ordinary painter. So others could not tell the difference between creating a skeleton image of a new weapon and an ordinary painting.

"Fu! I didn't ask you to fuck her. I also know what you look like when dealing with women," Miley said, sipping her cigarette again. But a Dallas photo with a black-haired woman on her back to the camera looks very tempting.

Must be a beautiful woman. Dallas couldn't possibly be looking for a random woman to just sleep with.

"Fulfill the promise" Dallas said again and again.

Miley flicked one of her hands like she was throwing something away. He looks lazy. "I know, I know."

It seems Miley is still underestimating the seriousness of Dallas. To ask him to design a special firearm, his own challenge was immediately carried out. It's insane!

If Miley asks him to kill a relative, will Dallas do it too?

Before long, Miley asked someone to come with a chocolate map. He handed it to Dallas without the slightest hesitation.

This time, Miley fell back into Dallas' hands after a few years ago being tricked by her cleverness. In the past, he also designed a special military firearm for Dallas. The reason is for the security of the country.

In this world, is there anyone stronger and smarter than Dallas Alston?

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At night.

Dallas is back home. He remembered that there was now one more person in his residence. The servants greeted him as usual. But it looks like Dallas didn't see Chezy.

"Where is he?" ask him to Butler Sun. Seeing the butler confused, Dallas frowned. "Mrs home," he added.

"Oh, that's ... Madam Chezy has not returned since leaving this morning," replied the middle-aged man wearing a full-length maid uniform. His expression was neither angry nor satisfied.

Dallas squinted. "Not back?"

Looking at the wall clock already showing at eleven o'clock in the evening, where did the woman go this time? Has shopping been so long?

Dallas was not satisfied. Of course he doesn't like it if Chezy comes home too late. Did the woman forget that her current identity was her Dallas wife.

He did not say anything more and went to the workspace which was a replica of his own office space.

Dallas finally couldn't stand it anymore and tried to call Chezy. Her phone number was active but the woman did not pick it up right away. It took a while for Dallas to wait for the woman to receive her phone call. When the call connected, he immediately asked.

"Where are you now?!" Dallas' tone of voice wasn't even soft at all.

As Chezy replied, Dallas heard the faint sound of music falling apart. Thinking of the great possibility of where Chezy is at the moment, Dallas was even more displeased.

"You go home now! Within fifteen minutes, I want you in the courtyard!"

Not waiting for Chezy to protest, Dallas hung up the phone immediately.

Shortly after, the sound of a home phone attached to his desk rang. No one knows his home phone number other than Alston's family. So Dallas had already guessed who the other party was.

"What's wrong?" ask without further ado when picking up the home phone. His mood is not good at the moment. And certainly irritable.

"Is this how you talk to Grandpa?" The old man's voice from the other end of the phone was a bit angry.

Dallas softened his tone slightly. "Well, grandpa, what's up?"

"I'm always busy." Dallas replied indifferently, staring at a piece of paper containing a painting of a firearm previously given by Miley.

"Come back tomorrow and bring the woman in your house. Gaines said you married secretly. Dallas, you still have a fiancee, don't mess around!" scold the old man across the phone.

"I know." Dallas compromise.

After a short conversation, the other party hung up the phone first. Dallas was too lazy to think of the people in the mansion. But he had to give some lectures to Chezy before going to the Alston family home.

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On the other side of a bar, Chezy pouted. After getting a call from Dallas, he was forced to return early. Marine and Hadwin are also there to accompany her. More precisely, the three of them came out to talk about the mission further.

The sound of a typical bar music rhythm makes the atmosphere a little boisterous. Chezy, Marine and Hadwin reserve VIP seating, away from the crowds. The location was also rather dark so not many knew what the three looked like clearly.

Seeing Chezy grab her little sling bag, Marine frowned.

"Where are you going? It's only eleven o'clock at night. They haven't shown up."

"Damn! I gotta get back. The man called and asked me to come back before fifteen minutes passed," Chezy explained cursing in her heart.

Marine and Hadwin glanced at each other. Dallas seems pretty possessive.

"This matter I leave to two outstanding seniors." Chezy gritted her teeth and stepped away from the bar.

Hadwin shook his head. "If he doesn't get entangled with the young masters of the two Alston families, our mission will probably be completed sooner" he said.

The woman beside him looked at Hadwin unhappily. "So you mean, this is all my fault?"

"No, of course it's not your fault" Hadwin replied hurriedly and smiled as naturally as possible. Do not disturb a sleeping tigress or the consequences are unimaginable.

Marine snorted, sipping his red wine. Huh, you just don't want to admit it, her inner self.

How Chezy got to the Dallas yard in fifteen minutes. Obviously the distance between the bar and the house took at least half an hour.

Chezy suspects that Dallas just wants to make things difficult for him.

Will he be punished?

This time Chezy came out and met two of his teammates to discuss plans further. They get the info that some members of the serial killer always come to a remote bar in a corner of the capital. So the three agreed to observe.

But Chezy forgot if there were still others who would not be happy he had not returned since this morning.

"Sir, can it be faster?" the door to the taxi driver.

"Sorry Miss, this is too soon. After all, the danger of speeding on a rather crowded street like this—"

"Stop the car" Chezy said.

The taxi driver was confused. At first the driver thought that Chezy was going to go down by the side of the road because he was upset. But who knows, the woman opened the driver's door, asking the driver to sit on the other side.

"This, Miss ... Isn't it inappropriate?" The driver was surprised to see Chezy sitting in the driver's seat, wearing a busy safety and preparing for the gas.

"Why not worth it? I can drive faster!" Chezy immediately gasped when the driver was about to say something.