Hidden behind the books was a cowhide paper bag. Her heart trembled slightly as she took it down. Squatting on the ground and holding the flashlight in her mouth, she quickly opened the bag.
She pulled out a few sheets of paper; it was indeed the design drawings Frank Mitchell wanted! The handgun model was an exact match.
Happiness had co so suddenly that Alia Shaw trembled all over. With trembling fingertips, she took out the cara she had prepared.
She placed the design drawings on the ground, illuminated them with the flashlight, and quickly photographed all of them.
After confirming all the photos were clear, Alia Shaw packed the design drawings back into the cowhide paper bag.
She carefully placed it back on the bookshelf, covering it with books.
She patted her chest, feeling her heart pound. A surge of vengeful pleasure erupted within her.
Thomas Shannon, you’ll regret treating this way.
Alia Shaw hid under the desk, successfully evading the bodyguard’s patrol. She waited patiently for the next shift change and seized the opportunity to slip out.
「The next day.」
She couldn’t wait to send the photos of the design drawings to Frank Mitchell. His call ca quickly. "Samuel, are the design drawings real?"
"Of course! I risked my life to steal them; they’re absolutely genuine!" Alia Shaw stated confidently.
Frank Mitchell still had doubts. Would Thomas Shannon guard such important files so carelessly that she could obtain them so easily? Or was her position in Thomas Shannon’s heart so significant that she could effortlessly get her hands on crucial docunts?
"Frank Mitchell, do you think everyone is like you? Incapable of succeeding but brilliant at causing trouble."
"Samuel, I was just asking. There’s no need for such a strong reaction."
Alia Shaw sneered. "Since you don’t trust , why did you ask to steal the design drawings? Frank Mitchell, if you were capable of getting them yourself, would you need ? You should trust those you employ; if you doubt them, don’t employ them. I hope you understand that."
"Heh." Frank Mitchell chuckled softly, his tone unreadable. "Fine, I’ll look at the design drawings carefully. I’ll contact you if there are any problems."
With that, Frank Mitchell moved to hang up. Alia Shaw’s eyebrows knitted together. He hadn’t ntioned the most important thing!
"Wait!"
Frank Mitchell chuckled, his voice low. "Anything else?"
"You haven’t told what you’re going to do with the design drawings."
"You don’t need to know that."
This ti, Frank Mitchell decisively hung up.
Alia Shaw angrily threw her mobile phone onto the bed, cursing, "Bastard!"
She had gone through so much trouble, risked her life to steal the design drawings, and this was how he repaid her? What an absolute bastard!
Angry as she was, Alia Shaw still looked forward to watching the drama unfold.
She didn’t care why Frank Mitchell wanted to target Thomas Shannon. All she knew was that Thomas Shannon doted on that little maniac, allowing that maniac to bully her without lifting a finger. He deserved to be taught a lesson!
「In the dical office, inside the room.」
Charlie River stood at the foot of the bed, reporting, "Young Master, Alia Shaw successfully infiltrated the study room last night. If everything went as planned, she has stolen the so-called design drawings and has likely sent them to Frank Mitchell by now."
Everything was under control. Only Alia Shaw remained unaware that her every move was being monitored.
Thomas Shannon’s lips curved slightly, and he nodded gently.
He was curious to see what trouble Frank Mitchell could stir up.
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