Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

As dawn broke, Jared opened his eyes and dialed Nathan's number on his phone. Soon after, Nathan drove over and picked them up from their night by the sea.

"Mr. Farrell, where are we headed?" Nathan asked, focusing on his duties as usual, without questioning why.

Jared twirled a strand of Tina's hair, "To the office."

Tina yawned, "I'm going back to sleep."

After dropping Tina off, Nathan drove to the office. Inside the chairman's office, someone had already been silently waiting.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jared opened the door and greeted, "Boss."

The person in the chair turned around, a specially made cane in hand, "Mr. Chairman, long time no see."

Jared curved his lips into a smile and led Christopher to the couch, pouring him a tea personally, "How have you been?"

Christopher skipped the pleasantries, engaging in casual conversation with Jared, "Pretty good. These days, all I do is eat and sleep. I've gotten so lazy I hardly bother exercising anymore. My legs aren't what they used to be." Jared chuckled, responding briefly before asking, "Who is Romer?"

Christopher's hand paused with the teacup, a shadow of ambiguity crossing his eyes, "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious," Jared said lightly.

Christopher hesitated, then set down his cup, "Jared, I know you don't trust anyone in the bureau right now, but I can assure you, there's absolutely no issue with Romer. He is someone I, and your master, including Linden, deeply respect." Jared's brow subtly furrowed. If Christopher spoke so highly of him, then Linden hadn't lied. Romer was a deeply entrenched figure.

"Who is he?" Jared inquired.

Christopher rubbed his injured leg, "This leg owes its life to two people, your master Everett and Romer. They carried me from the battlefield, saved my life and my leg. But Romer is a top secret of the agency; beyond his code name, that's all I can tell you."

This was a domain Jared, even in his role within the X Bureau, could not access.

Jared didn't press further on who Romer really was. He'd find out eventually.

He smiled, his expression shifting in a blink, "When are you returning to your post? I've left a gift for you in your office."

Christopher chuckled, "What could you, a cheeky kid, possibly leave for me?"

"At least I'm the chairman of Farrell Group," Jared laughed, continuing their casual conversation.

The last time they had chatted so unguardedly and naturally was when Jared had just enlisted.

After a long conversation, the two finally wrapped up. Christopher, leaning on his cane, stood up, "Alright, I'm heading back to work today. Retirement will have to wait a few more years." "Congratulations," Jared escorted Christopher to the door.

Resignedly, Christopher shook his head, halting Jared at the door with his cane, and looked deep into his eyes, "Jared, from now on, you fight alone, the path ahead is perilous, take care."

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Jared nodded solemnly, recalling Christopher's words when he had joined the team-'From now on, we fight together, no matter the hardship, I am here.'

The days of fighting side by side were no more.

Christopher patted Jared's shoulder, "When you have time, go see Mr. Pace. He was the one who promoted you back in the day. Now that you're parting ways, it's time to visit him." "Understood."

Jared respected Christopher's decision and did not leave. Instead, he stood in the office, watching Christopher descend in the elevator until the doors closed. He then shut the office door, sat down in his chair, and after a few seconds, he pulled out his phone to call Tina.

"Hello, Uncle..." Tina's sleepy voice came through the phone.

"Still asleep?"

"Mm, still a bit sleepy, but if you're treating me to a beef hotpot, I'll wake up right away."

Jared laughed heartily. "A meal of beef, a meal of lamb, but before that, I think you'll be more interested in what I have to say."

Tina paused, then a rustling sound came from the phone. "What is it?"

Jared's eyes sparkled. "The Pace family!"

Tina sat up abruptly. The Pace family! Warren Pace! She knew that the name Warren Pace was just a fabrication by her mother on a whim. Her previous names were chosen randomly to facilitate her travels in the underworld. However, her mother Natalie never chose surnames from prominent families in Ashbury to avoid complications that could arise from bearing the same surname as influential figures.

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But this time, she had casually mentioned Warren Pace. Everyone knew about the uniqueness of the Pace surname in Ashbury. The Pace family was not like the Farrell family involved in commerce, nor like the Brookes family, which was either publicly known or secretly influential. The Pace family was an ancient military lineage, becoming more discreet over generations to the point that they were not even recalled when the four major families of Ashbury were listed. Yet, the presence of a Pace family member always attracted attention. Nobody knew what the Pace family was really up to, but the respect they commanded was unmatched. Natalie, being who she was, would certainly be aware of the Pace family's distinctiveness. The fact that she could mention them casually meant the Pace family was no ordinary matter to her!

"Do you know someone from the Pace family?" Tina asked as she changed her clothes.

Jared responded, "Mr. Pace is a person I deeply respect, the former director of the X Bureau."

Tina paused, recalling Natalie had mentioned a beloved elder by that name when she was younger, now retired and not easily accessible. Could Natalie have mentioned this name because of that elder? But with the Pace family's vast influence, wouldn't Natalie find it troublesome?

"I'm on my way!" Tina zipped up her jacket. For some reason, she felt an immense curiosity about the Pace family.

Jared nodded. "Good, I'll come to pick you up."

Soon, Tina was in Jared's car, looking at the driver and couldn't help but smile. "Uncle, have you descended from heaven? You've been driving more often."

Jared glanced at Tina, who was teasing him. "Nathan is busy."

Nathan was now the chief of the squad. Aside from acting as an assistant to the chairman of the Farrell Group as a cover, he had many other responsibilities. With the situation within the X Bureau growing more urgent, he no longer had time to drive.

Before long, Jared turned into a secluded estate, guarded by two uniformed men at the gate.

"Hello, please show your identification," one of them said coldly to Jared.