Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

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Carlisle took the pay slips and company badge, which read: Howard Lawson, Employee ID "01725", Storehouse Clerk in the storehouse department.

Zoey said, "There's a shipment going to Golden Happiness Group tomorrow morning. They'll send someone to confirm the goods and delivery personnel this afternoon. You're on your own for that."

Wendell looked tense.

"This afternoon?"

He felt that it was too soon as he had planned for Carlisle to be familiar with things that day.

Zoey nodded.

"Golden Happiness Group scheduled it. They'll arrive around four this afternoon."

She then turned to Carlisle and added, "As long as you remember the information I gave you, you should be fine." Carlisle asked, "Did Wendell and the others use fake documents too?"

Zoey nodded.

"They were lucky. The representative from Golden Happiness Group was preoccupied with personal matters last time and barely looked at their personal information before signing off."This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

"I'll see what I can do then," Carlisle said, taking a deep breath as he started to feel anxious.

The representative from Golden Happiness Group was likely someone from the Murray family. If things went wrong, both he and the people who had been bribed could face trouble.

After Zoey left, Carlisle mingled with the staff in the storehouse. The order department occasionally dropped by with delivery orders. The warehouse managers selected the goods according to the orders, and the handlers packed and loaded the goods onto the trucks.

Carlisle spent the entire morning working alongside the warehouse managers. Although he didn't do much himself, moving around and observing left him feeling a bit disoriented.

Carlisle and Wendell took a cab to Yorksle Diner during lunch break, which they had reserved in advance.

Wendell said excitedly, "The specialty dishes at Yorksle Diner are exceptional. Last week, our supervisor took us there, and we cleaned the plates completely, leaving no trace of food!"

"Seriously?" Carlisle asked, skeptical.

"Just wait until you try them," Wendell replied.

Yorksle Diner was located outside an old alley on Fourth Avenue. The place was small, with only nine eight-seater tables inside and four eight-seaters with long benches under a sunshade outside. The business was booming, with no empty seats to spare.

Having finished school early, Sharon arrived half an hour ahead of time. She smelt the aroma from the diner causing her to lick her lips and swallow.

She hadn't had breakfast that morning. The previous night, she had restrained herself from eating much due to the presence of many wealthy ladies at her friend's birthday party. Additionally, she had a physical education class in the morning, and the intense physical activity had left her starving.

She couldn't help but swallow again at the smell of Yorksle's specialty dishes.

"Hi there. I see you've been standing here for quite a while. Are you waiting for someone, miss?" Jack, a waiter wearing an apron, came out and asked.

Sharon nodded.

"Yes, my friend asked me to meet him here."

Jack asked, "Is your friend a Webb?"

"I don't know..."

Sharon shook her head awkwardly. She didn't know Wendell's name.

Jack thought for a moment before asking, "What time was your appointment?"

"12 o'clock."

"Then that must be it. Come with me," Jack said.