"I propose we don't rest tonight and move to the next step of the plan." Dane's words were crisp, lips curling into a smirk—then he wiped the smile, looking dead serious at Renee Morgan: "To minimize casualties, both you and Jay Monroe need to go out on this mission."
The pink bubbles in the livestream stopped popping, then burst and vanished one by one. The girls clenched their fists, devastated.
[Sleepy? So, I propose we don't rest tonight, move to the next step... Is this the ultimate team-favorite heroine plot? It's clearly a female celebrity thrust into an elite sausage-fest room.]
[Is the big boss always playing the wife-loving card? Maybe it's just some tragic pursuit arc.]
[Tragic pursuit? Go watch fewer brainless rom-coms and more real life. The bosses are all busy; petty romance barely registers for them.]
[Hard to say. These bosses had their younger days. Dane and Jay Monroe are still fresh, very much at the age for reckless romance.]
