To Be Yours Again by Taylor

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Chapter 655 It's My Business

On the next day, Jenny drove south to check out the land the Glasses had successfully bid

on. Graham had confirmed nothing was wrong with the land from his investigation. There

was no issue with the legality of the project, which was located in a strategic location. The

project would be lucrative once the land was developed into a business district.

Last night, she looked into the details of that parcel of land and found nothing wrong with

it, but she still felt bothered. Why would the Glasses share such a great project with them?

With that question in mind, she arrived at the construction site to see for herself. Only

then she'd feel assured.

Workers were entering the site even when the project hadn't started. It looked like the

Glasses were ready to get things started. She wondered if there was truly nothing fishy

with the project. Did the Glasses genuinely want to cut a deal with her?

She still couldn't place full trust in them. Since security wasn't tight at the site, she

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sneaked into the grounds when no one was looking, adamant about finding out what was

going on.

She hid in a corner and observed the group of workers seated together. Some of them

were on their phones, and some were chatting. No one was working.

Why did the Glasses hire the workers without assigning work?

Full of doubts, she wanted to go closer and eavesdrop on their conversations.

Unfortunately, she accidentally knocked against a piece of wood. The huge noise from the

falling wood attracted attention.

"Who's there?" A man, who had been on his phone all the while, stood up and yelled. His

eagle eyes were keenly looking in the direction that Jenny was hiding.

Was she caught red-handed? She wanted to go up to the workers and muddle through

with some made-up excuse.

Before she could take a step forward, someone pulled her into a dark space that was

apparently a storage room. She almost screamed in fear, but she suppressed her emotions

and remained quiet when she sensed that the workers were getting closer to her.

Her heart leaped into her throat when the workers moved closer until they were almost at

the storage room.

"Johnny, what's the matter?" Someone joined the worker.

"We heard some noise. Someone might've sneaked in," Johnny answered.

"Maybe it's all in your head. It's most likely because of the wind. Who's going to break into

this shabby place?" The man came up and tugged at Johnny. "Let's go drinking."

"I'm down." Johnny scanned the surroundings for one last time and saw no one. The sound

from before must have been an illusion.

"I have no idea why Randy asked us to stand guard," he grumbled, puzzled.

"Don't complain. Let's do what he orders."

Their voices trailed off when they left. At that time, Jenny finally turned around to look at

the man behind her. The storage room was built with logs with tiny openings in between,

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through which bits of sunlight streamed in. Squinting under the faint light, she figured out

the identity of the man, which came as a shock to her.

"Alec Faust?" Why would he be here?

He glanced at her without a word. Then, he stood up and left the storage room, ready to

leave the site altogether. Riddled with questions, she hurried after him. When they exited

the site, she quickened her pace to catch up with him. "What are you doing here?"

The Fausts were unrelated to the South City Development Project. Hence, Alec's presence

was suspicious.

He stopped and looked at her. "It's my business."

"If you insist on drawing a line, why did you drag me into the storage room just now? Did

you ask for my permission?" She had wanted to talk to the workers, thinking that they

might provide her with some useful information.

Alec seemed to have read her mind and snickered, "Can't you tell they're not workers?"

Taken by surprise, she carefully examined the details. Indeed, the site workers seemed

very alert and sported bulky figures-they did not look like average workers at all.

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