Undercover with the Ex I Never Stopped Loving

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Undercover with the Ex I Never Stopped Loving

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My dad runs a high-end matchmaking service. After losing my job and failing to find another one, I planned to stay home and live off my parents. Instead, Dad planted me inside a company as an undercover employee to gather intel for him. What I didn’t expect to discover on my very first day was that the CEO was my ex-boyfriend! Dad had just landed a huge contract. The commission alone was five million dollars. When I heard that, I started counting the zeros on my fingers. Holy crap! Rich people really knew how to throw money around. Before I could recover from the shock, I realized Dad was looking at me. “Sophie, this client has some unusual requirements.” Alarm bells immediately went off in my head. After living with him all these years, I knew exactly what he was up to. Sometimes, improving the odds of a successful match required digging deeper into a prospective partner’s needs. And sometimes, that meant using unconventional methods. Even the most sophisticated operation could rely on the simplest trick. Like sending someone undercover. Almost everyone in our family had done it for him. He hadn’t even spared my seventy-year-old grandmother. Before he could continue, I held up a hand. “Don’t even say it. I’m not doing it.” Was he seriously trusting me with something this important? Wasn’t he worried I’d screw it up? Dad looked at my thoroughly unhelpful expression, gritted his teeth, and made his offer. “Pull this off, and I’ll buy you a condo.” My eyes went wide. I slapped the table and shot to my feet. “Dad, don’t worry. Consider it done!” I could turn down almost anything, but not money. This undercover assignment was mine. I’d thought I was making a brilliant move. Turned out I was just an idiot. Never in a million years had I expected Dad’s wealthy target to be my ex-boyfriend! Who could have guessed that the boy who used to blush just holding my hand would become the tech world’s newest golden boy? I stared at Ethan Blake in his immaculate suit for a full minute. Only when someone beside me prompted me did I snap out of it and stumble through my introduction. “M-Mr. Blake, hello. I’m your new assistant. My name is Sophie Lane.” Ethan said nothing, but I could feel his eyes openly studying me. I kept my head down, so mortified I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I’d never imagined something this ridiculous could actually happen to me. If I’d known it was him, nothing could have dragged me here. I blamed the money. It had blinded me so completely that I hadn’t bothered checking who I was supposed to spy on. But I was already here. All I could do was push through. A long silence passed. Just when I thought he wasn’t going to answer, his rich, low voice reached my ears. “Sophie Lane. Long time no see.” I looked up and met his smiling eyes. He had a beautiful smile, warm and gentle as spring sunshine. Unfortunately, it sent a chill down my spine. Because I was the one who’d dumped him.We’d met in college. He was the hottest guy at the college next to mine, while I was just an average girl whose main appeal was being funny. The first time I saw him, I was so blown away that I swore I’d make him mine! So I pursued him shamelessly. I brought him water and meals. Every single day, I sent good-morning, good-afternoon, and good-night messages. After six solid months of chasing him, I finally got my man! But we only dated for a little over a month before I broke up with him. We hadn’t spoken since. My friends sometimes asked why I’d ended it. I always smiled and said we weren’t right for each other. Only I knew the truth. He didn’t love me. I shook my head, pushing those painful memories away. Still, the thought of having to see him every day gave me goose bumps. Despite that, I tried to remember his old preferences, typed up a long message, and sent it to Dad. Seconds later, he replied with a thumbs-up sticker and a voice message that lasted more than ten seconds. The moment I tapped it, his booming laughter blasted out of my phone. Startled, I immediately switched to the transcript. “That’s my girl! You got all this on your first day? You were born for this business!” “…” Dad really didn’t have a worry in the world! I almost hated to tell him his five-million-dollar commission was about to go down the drain. While I was still debating whether to confess, he sent me the client’s contact. Before I could even reply with a question mark, another string of messages appeared. “From now on, you’ll be handling this client yourself.” “She’s our VVVVIP. Whatever you do, don’t offend her!” “Treat her like royalty. That condo of yours depends on this!” My heart sank as I read. Great! Forget losing the five million. Our matchmaking agency’s entire reputation was probably going down with it. But when you took someone’s money, you had to deliver. And Dad had deployed his greatest weapon: cash. I could say no to anything except money. Bracing myself, I sent the client a friend request. She accepted almost instantly. Her profile picture made me pause. If I hadn’t known she was my client, I might actually have mistaken her for Ethan.Her profile picture was solid gray. Ethan’s was… solid black. In a way, they really did look like a matching set… I clicked my tongue, marveling at how impossible rich people were to understand. Then a message came through. “Hello.” Committed to excellent customer service, I quickly replied, “Hello, Ms. Sterling. I’ll be personally assisting you from now on. Please call me Sophie. If you need anything, just say the word!” After sending it, I waited. The typing indicator stayed on, but no message arrived. Just as I was about to put down my phone and go to bed, her response finally appeared. One simple question. “What kind of woman does Ethan Blake like?” “What kind of woman does Ethan Blake like?” I repeated silently. For a moment, I felt lost. Had I ever actually asked him that? My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I had no idea what to say. After hesitating, I sent a safe reply. “Don’t worry. As soon as I find out, you’ll be the first to know!” I’d expected Ethan to make my life miserable while I worked for him. To my surprise, he barely paid me any attention. More accurately, I hardly even saw him. After keeping my head down for almost two weeks and getting friendly with my coworkers, I began quietly fishing for information. From the Blake family’s rise to wealth to Ethan’s victories in the business world, I left no stone unturned. During an afternoon break, I stood chatting with coworkers, a mug in my hand. Eventually, I steered the gossip toward Ethan. “So, do any of you know what kind of woman Ethan—uh, Mr. Blake likes?” One woman who’d been with the company for a while considered it. “I think Mr. Blake likes…” She stopped midsentence. She was about to give me the answer! How could she just stop? I immediately pressed her. “What kind of woman does he like?” “You’re that curious about my type?” At the familiar voice, my whole body jolted. I turned stiffly. The moment I saw him, my soul nearly left my body.When had Ethan gotten here?! I desperately signaled my coworkers, begging them to rescue me. Instead, they gave me looks that clearly said, You’re on your own, and hurried away. At that moment, I wanted to die… Was there anything more embarrassing than getting caught talking about someone behind their back?! Under Ethan’s unblinking gaze, I forced out a strained smile. “Mr. Blake, you misheard. I have work to do, so I’ll just…” I tried to escape, but he stopped me in my tracks. Before I could react, he used his height to his advantage, slipped an arm around my waist, and backed me against the wall. Amusement glinted in his eyes. “If you’re so curious, why not ask me? Hmm?” Looking at that gorgeous face, I swallowed helplessly. For a second, my heart practically stopped. If I hadn’t known there was no way he liked me, I might actually have fallen for him again. Unfortunately, a rich woman already had her sights on him. While my imagination ran wild, he flicked my forehead. “What’s going on in that head of yours? Talk to me.” The sudden sting made me frown. The question slipped right out. “Then what’s your type?” “I like…” He studied my face, then smiled, his eyes narrowing slightly. Somehow, he’d caught a strand of my hair between his fingers. Those beautiful eyes stayed fixed on mine as he leaned closer. We were so close I could feel his breath. He kept moving in, and I tried to retreat, but there was a wall behind me. I had nowhere to go. When he leaned closer again, I put up a hand to stop him and turned my face away, unable to meet his eyes. “D-Don’t come any closer!” Ethan chuckled and stopped. Just as I started turning back, he leaned toward my ear. His low voice brushed against it. “I like… pretty girls.” His breath tickled my cheek, and my face went bright red. He gave me one amused glance, then walked away. I stood frozen for several seconds. Finally! I got it. Wasn’t he basically calling me ugly?!

Chapters (4)

第1章

My dad runs a high-end matchmaking service. After losing my job and failing to find another one, I planned to stay home and live off my parents. Instead, Dad planted me inside a company as an undercover employee to gather intel for him. What I didn’t expect to discover on my very first day was that the CEO was my ex-boyfriend! Dad had just landed a huge contract. The commission alone was five million dollars. When I heard that, I started counting the zeros on my fingers. Holy crap! Rich people really knew how to throw money around. Before I could recover from the shock, I realized Dad was looking at me. “Sophie, this client has some unusual requirements.” Alarm bells immediately went off in my head. After living with him all these years, I knew exactly what he was up to. Sometimes, improving the odds of a successful match required digging deeper into a prospective partner’s needs. And sometimes, that meant using unconventional methods. Even the most sophisticated operation could rely on the simplest trick. Like sending someone undercover. Almost everyone in our family had done it for him. He hadn’t even spared my seventy-year-old grandmother. Before he could continue, I held up a hand. “Don’t even say it. I’m not doing it.” Was he seriously trusting me with something this important? Wasn’t he worried I’d screw it up? Dad looked at my thoroughly unhelpful expression, gritted his teeth, and made his offer. “Pull this off, and I’ll buy you a condo.” My eyes went wide. I slapped the table and shot to my feet. “Dad, don’t worry. Consider it done!” I could turn down almost anything, but not money. This undercover assignment was mine. I’d thought I was making a brilliant move. Turned out I was just an idiot. Never in a million years had I expected Dad’s wealthy target to be my ex-boyfriend! Who could have guessed that the boy who used to blush just holding my hand would become the tech world’s newest golden boy? I stared at Ethan Blake in his immaculate suit for a full minute. Only when someone beside me prompted me did I snap out of it and stumble through my introduction. “M-Mr. Blake, hello. I’m your new assistant. My name is Sophie Lane.” Ethan said nothing, but I could feel his eyes openly studying me. I kept my head down, so mortified I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I’d never imagined something this ridiculous could actually happen to me. If I’d known it was him, nothing could have dragged me here. I blamed the money. It had blinded me so completely that I hadn’t bothered checking who I was supposed to spy on. But I was already here. All I could do was push through. A long silence passed. Just when I thought he wasn’t going to answer, his rich, low voice reached my ears. “Sophie Lane. Long time no see.” I looked up and met his smiling eyes. He had a beautiful smile, warm and gentle as spring sunshine. Unfortunately, it sent a chill down my spine. Because I was the one who’d dumped him.

第2章

We’d met in college. He was the hottest guy at the college next to mine, while I was just an average girl whose main appeal was being funny. The first time I saw him, I was so blown away that I swore I’d make him mine! So I pursued him shamelessly. I brought him water and meals. Every single day, I sent good-morning, good-afternoon, and good-night messages. After six solid months of chasing him, I finally got my man! But we only dated for a little over a month before I broke up with him. We hadn’t spoken since. My friends sometimes asked why I’d ended it. I always smiled and said we weren’t right for each other. Only I knew the truth. He didn’t love me. I shook my head, pushing those painful memories away. Still, the thought of having to see him every day gave me goose bumps. Despite that, I tried to remember his old preferences, typed up a long message, and sent it to Dad. Seconds later, he replied with a thumbs-up sticker and a voice message that lasted more than ten seconds. The moment I tapped it, his booming laughter blasted out of my phone. Startled, I immediately switched to the transcript. “That’s my girl! You got all this on your first day? You were born for this business!” “…” Dad really didn’t have a worry in the world! I almost hated to tell him his five-million-dollar commission was about to go down the drain. While I was still debating whether to confess, he sent me the client’s contact. Before I could even reply with a question mark, another string of messages appeared. “From now on, you’ll be handling this client yourself.” “She’s our VVVVIP. Whatever you do, don’t offend her!” “Treat her like royalty. That condo of yours depends on this!” My heart sank as I read. Great! Forget losing the five million. Our matchmaking agency’s entire reputation was probably going down with it. But when you took someone’s money, you had to deliver. And Dad had deployed his greatest weapon: cash. I could say no to anything except money. Bracing myself, I sent the client a friend request. She accepted almost instantly. Her profile picture made me pause. If I hadn’t known she was my client, I might actually have mistaken her for Ethan.

第3章

Her profile picture was solid gray. Ethan’s was… solid black. In a way, they really did look like a matching set… I clicked my tongue, marveling at how impossible rich people were to understand. Then a message came through. “Hello.” Committed to excellent customer service, I quickly replied, “Hello, Ms. Sterling. I’ll be personally assisting you from now on. Please call me Sophie. If you need anything, just say the word!” After sending it, I waited. The typing indicator stayed on, but no message arrived. Just as I was about to put down my phone and go to bed, her response finally appeared. One simple question. “What kind of woman does Ethan Blake like?” “What kind of woman does Ethan Blake like?” I repeated silently. For a moment, I felt lost. Had I ever actually asked him that? My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I had no idea what to say. After hesitating, I sent a safe reply. “Don’t worry. As soon as I find out, you’ll be the first to know!” I’d expected Ethan to make my life miserable while I worked for him. To my surprise, he barely paid me any attention. More accurately, I hardly even saw him. After keeping my head down for almost two weeks and getting friendly with my coworkers, I began quietly fishing for information. From the Blake family’s rise to wealth to Ethan’s victories in the business world, I left no stone unturned. During an afternoon break, I stood chatting with coworkers, a mug in my hand. Eventually, I steered the gossip toward Ethan. “So, do any of you know what kind of woman Ethan—uh, Mr. Blake likes?” One woman who’d been with the company for a while considered it. “I think Mr. Blake likes…” She stopped midsentence. She was about to give me the answer! How could she just stop? I immediately pressed her. “What kind of woman does he like?” “You’re that curious about my type?” At the familiar voice, my whole body jolted. I turned stiffly. The moment I saw him, my soul nearly left my body.

第4章

When had Ethan gotten here?! I desperately signaled my coworkers, begging them to rescue me. Instead, they gave me looks that clearly said, You’re on your own, and hurried away. At that moment, I wanted to die… Was there anything more embarrassing than getting caught talking about someone behind their back?! Under Ethan’s unblinking gaze, I forced out a strained smile. “Mr. Blake, you misheard. I have work to do, so I’ll just…” I tried to escape, but he stopped me in my tracks. Before I could react, he used his height to his advantage, slipped an arm around my waist, and backed me against the wall. Amusement glinted in his eyes. “If you’re so curious, why not ask me? Hmm?” Looking at that gorgeous face, I swallowed helplessly. For a second, my heart practically stopped. If I hadn’t known there was no way he liked me, I might actually have fallen for him again. Unfortunately, a rich woman already had her sights on him. While my imagination ran wild, he flicked my forehead. “What’s going on in that head of yours? Talk to me.” The sudden sting made me frown. The question slipped right out. “Then what’s your type?” “I like…” He studied my face, then smiled, his eyes narrowing slightly. Somehow, he’d caught a strand of my hair between his fingers. Those beautiful eyes stayed fixed on mine as he leaned closer. We were so close I could feel his breath. He kept moving in, and I tried to retreat, but there was a wall behind me. I had nowhere to go. When he leaned closer again, I put up a hand to stop him and turned my face away, unable to meet his eyes. “D-Don’t come any closer!” Ethan chuckled and stopped. Just as I started turning back, he leaned toward my ear. His low voice brushed against it. “I like… pretty girls.” His breath tickled my cheek, and my face went bright red. He gave me one amused glance, then walked away. I stood frozen for several seconds. Finally! I got it. Wasn’t he basically calling me ugly?!