There were cameras stationed almost everywhere, so they simply made it look like they were taking a walk around the floor.


    "We won’t be able to hear anything they’re talking about, so I’ll be using this," said Tracie, a tiny microphone in her palm.


    Tracie pretended to be tying the knot around her shoes and swung the device through the tiny gap underneath the door.


    She gave Anastasia an earpiece and they wore it.


    Inside, Michelle took a seat across from Mr. Steven. The man was stunned at first because he could recognize seeing her a few times in the past. But what could she be doing in his office, by this time of the night?


    "I’m sure you’re surprised to see me," said Michelle, twirling a few strands of her hair in her hands. "We’ve never actually had any personal meetings so Ipletely understand. I’m here to request something from you," she finished.


    "And what’s that?" Mr. Steven asked. He’d just finished a risky surgery thatsted for two hours for one of his patients, and he was nning on resting a bit before returning to his family for the night.


    "I want a drug that can help me get pregnant easily if you know what I mean." Her request earned her a raised brow from the man, confused on why she would be requesting such a thing, unless....


    "You want to get pregnant for Xander," he stated.


    A grin stretched on Michelle’s lips as she nodded her head.


    "You see, we’ve been together for a while now and he always uses protection whenever we do it. However, there’s a high chance that he might be snatched away from me by someone. So, I want to get pregnant for him so he never leaves me."


    Anastasia and Tracie who were behind the door nced at each other from across the door and couldn’t help but sigh. Anastasia had always known that Michelle was obtuse but she never thought her case would be this severe.


    Getting pregnant for the man who’d kidnapped her, who was also into sex trafficking, seemed like a case that needed to be taken to court or a mental hospital as soon as possible


    "So you want tablets to get yourself pregnant sooner," Mr. Steven concluded and Michelle nodded.


    "I’ll convince him to stop using protection and trick him into thinking that those pills are birth control pills," she said.


    "In that case, I have several rmendations..."


    "Is she crazy or has she lost it?" Tracie couldn’t help but wonder out loud.


    "It seems to me she and Samantha want to have Xander’s love," Anastasia said, wondering if Michelle’s visit to the hospital had anything to do with why Xander and Samantha have been very quiettely.


    "Since you’re looking for someone who knows the ins and outs of Xander’s work, isn’t Michelle the best option?" Tracie asked and immediately, Anastasia shook her head.


    "Not at all. Michelle is merely a pawn for Xander—a pretty face to warm his bed and lure in new clients. I doubt she knows anything useful to me," she replied, her voiceced with indifference.


    Just then, the door swung open, and Michelle stepped out, her heels clicking sharply against the pristine floor. Her gaze briefly flickered toward them, but with their masks concealing half their faces, she didn’t recognize them. Without a second nce, she continued on her way,pletely unaware of who stood before her.


    It wasn’t long after, the lights illuminating Mr. Steven’s office turned off, signaling he was calling it a night.


    He opened the door and locked it right behind him, his suit jacket in his hands as he strode away.


    The two women split up with Anastasia trailing behind Mr. Steven with silent steps while Tracie searched for the little device she’d slipped in earlier.


    Thankfully, the device didn’t go far off and she was able to reach it by stretching her middle finger further in.


    When she was done, she took the elevator and came down, and that was when she found Mr. Steven already on the ground. Anastasia had already knocked him off and he was sprawled on the ground, deep in slumber.