Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

Gathering his thoughts, he continued cautiously, “I was forced into wearing makeup because you wanted to one-up Kyson.

You’ve benefited quite a bit from this, haven’t you? Don’t you think I, your pawn, deserve some compensation?”

His voice wavered as he spoke.

“How about a year-end bonus at the Payne Group?”

“Awesome!” Sonny exclaimed with joy.

“Just do your thing.

I’ll head back to the restrooms! Cleaning is my passion!”

Kyson and Sonny spent the entire day in the restrooms.

In the afternoon, they finished at almost the same time, an hour ahead of schedule due to their newfound efficiency.

After receiving a phone call, Sonny took the initiative to approach Kyson.

“We need an informant for a mission tonight.

Wanna help us?”

Kyson calmly refused, “No.

”

“You have to! You lost the bet.

You’re my lackey,” Sonny said, cigarette defiantly held in his mouth.

With makeup and a miniskirt, he looked like a female underworld boss.

Kyson stayed silent for a moment before asking, “What do you need me to do?”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“It’s simple.

You’ll disguise yourself as a woman and go to a bar.

Sit at a table and keep an eye on a suspect.

I’ll communicate with you remotely.

He’s very cautious, and has evaded the National Security Bureau three times.

This time, I need you to seduce him and find any contraband before he notices anything weird.

”

After all, Kyson used to be the leader of the Secret Investigation Department.

He understood the task instantly after Sonny briefed him.

Once Sonny finished speaking, he continued to size up Kyson.

Kyson was confused.

“Why are you staring at me?”

“I don’t think you should go to a bar dressed like that.

And… You’re quite flat-chested.

We need to make you look more sexy,” Sonny said thoughtfully.

Kyson said nothing.

He covered his chest and shot Sonny a cold glare.

The truth was, he had lost the bet, and despite his displeasure, he knew he had to do whatever Sonny wanted.

Night fell and the city’s nightlife began bustling.

Sonny removed his makeup, changed back into his usual clothes, and took Kyson shopping.

As they walked, the shop assistants all glanced sideways, assuming they were a couple.

Kyson, wearing a mask and a hat, remained unrecognized despite being a trending topic.

Thirty minutes later, after careful selection, Sonny bought a sexy outfit for Kyson, perfect for a night at the bar.

It was a gold, sequined mini-skirt that accentuated the shape of the hips.