Undercover Love Spying on My Billionaire Ex

My dad runs an elite matchmaking agency for the ultrawealthy. After I lost my job and couldn’t find a new one, I planned to just crash at home and live off his money.

But instead, he pushed me into a tech conglomerate to work as an undercover spy to gather intel on a highprofile client.

I never expected that on my very first day, I’d find out the billionaire CEO is actually my exboyfriend! My dad recently landed a massive client.

The commission was a whopping five million dollars. When I heard the number, my jaw literally dropped, and I started counting the zeros in my head. Oh my god!

Rich people really do throw money around like confetti.

Before I could even recover from the shock, I noticed my dad’s eyes locking onto me. "Sienna, this client’s request is... highly specific." Hearing that, warning bells instantly went off in my head.

Having lived with my dad for so many years, nobody knew his sneaky tactics better than me.

Sometimes, to guarantee a perfect match, he needed to know the target’s deepest, most private preferences. And to get that info, he resorted to some rather unconventional methods.

And by unconventional, I mean sending in an undercover spy. Almost everyone in our family had been sent on a mission at some point.

He didn’t even spare my seventyyearold grandmother. So before he could even finish his sentence, I raised my hands in refusal. "Save your breath, Dad.

The answer is no." He really had some nerve trusting me with something this big. He wasn’t afraid I’d ruin it?

My dad stared at my unbothered face, gritted his teeth, and played his ultimate card. "If we pull this off, I’ll buy you a condo downtown.

Fully paid off." My eyes snapped wide open. I slammed my hands on the table and stood right up. "Dad, don’t you worry!

Consider it done!" Hey, you can fight with anyone, but you never fight with money. This undercover gig was officially mine.

I thought I was being a genius, but turned out I was just a clown. I never in a million years imagined that the "fat little sheep" my dad wanted me to fleece was my exboyfriend!

Who would have thought that the shy college boy, who used to blush just holding my hand, had transformed into the hottest new billionaire in the tech world?

I stared at Ethan Vance, who was standing before me in a perfectly tailored threepiece suit. I froze for a solid minute.

It wasn’t until the HR manager nudged me that I snapped out of it. I lowered my head and stammered, "Hhello, Mr. Vance.

I’m your new assistant, Sienna Brooks." Ethan didn’t say a word, but I could feel his intense, burning gaze locked onto me.

I kept my head down, cringing so hard I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. Never in my wildest dreams did I think such a cliché drama plot would happen to me.

If I had known it was him, I wouldn’t have taken this job even if someone held a gun to my head. Blame my greed.

I was so blinded by the condo that I didn’t even check the client’s name. But now that I was here, I had no choice but to bite the bullet.

After what felt like an eternity, just when I thought he was going to ignore me, a deep, velvety voice brushed past my ear. "Sienna.

Long time no see." I looked up and locked eyes with him. He was smiling. His smile was still incredibly handsome—warm and bright, like spring sunshine.

Yet, a cold shiver ran straight down my spine. Because back then, I was the one who dumped him.

We met in college. He was the campus heartthrob of the neighboring university, and I was just a quirky, funny girl. The moment I saw him, I was utterly starstruck.

I swore to myself I would make this man mine! So, I started chasing him relentlessly.

I bought him drinks, brought him lunch, and sent him good morning, afternoon, and night texts without fail every single day.

I simped for him for six whole months before he finally agreed to be my boyfriend! But we only dated for a little over a month before I called it quits.

After that, we completely lost touch. My friends always asked me why we broke up. I would just laugh it off and say we weren’t compatible.

But deep down, I knew the real reason—he didn’t love me. I shook my head, forcing the painful memories out of my mind.

But the thought of working closely with him every single day gave me goosebumps.

Still, I tried my best to recall his old preferences, wrote them all down in a massive text, and sent it to my dad.

A few seconds later, my dad replied with a thumbsup emoji and a fifteensecond voice message.

The moment I tapped it, my dad’s boisterous, unfiltered laughter boomed through my phone. Scared out of my wits, I quickly hit the "transcribe to text" button. "That’s my girl!

Getting so much intel on day one! You’re a naturalborn matchmaker!" "..." My dad really had no shame.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that his fivemilliondollar commission was about to go down the drain.

While I was debating whether to tell him the truth, my dad sent me a contact card on Snapchat.

Before I could even send a question mark, another wave of texts popped up. "Sweetheart, from now on, you are personally handling this client." "She’s our VVVIP!

Do not offend her under any circumstances!" "Treat her like a queen. Your condo depends on this!" My heart sank instantly. Great.

At this rate, not only were we going to lose the five million, but our agency’s reputation was going to be completely ruined.

But hey, money talks. Who asked my dad to use his financial superpower on me? I could say no to anything, but I could never say no to a free condo.

I braced myself and sent a friend request to the client. To my surprise, she accepted it almost instantly. Looking at her profile picture, I was stunned for a second.

If I didn’t know she was my golden goose, I would have mistaken her for Ethan. Her profile picture was solid grey. Ethan’s was... solid black.

In a way, these two actually matched... I chuckled quietly, thinking how unpredictable rich people’s tastes were.

A message popped up from her: "Hello." Sticking to the customerfirst policy, I typed back lightningfast: "Hello, Ms. Silvia!

I will be personally managing your profile from now on. You can call me Sienna. Let me know if you need anything!" After sending it, I waited.

The screen showed "typing..." for a long time, but nothing came through. Just as I was about to lock my phone and go to sleep, a message finally popped up.

It was just one simple question: "What kind of girls does Ethan Vance like?" "What kind of girls does Ethan Vance like?" I repeated the question in my head.

For a second, I dazed off. Come to think of it, I had never actually asked him what his type was. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what to write.

After hesitating for a moment, I sent a professional reply: "Don’t worry, Ms. Silvia. Once I find out, you'll be the first to know!"

I thought working under Ethan would be absolute torture. But surprisingly, he barely paid attention to me. In fact, I rarely even saw him.

After laying low for two weeks and getting friendly with my coworkers, I began to subtly gather gossip.

I dug up everything—from the history of the Vance family to Ethan’s legendary moves in the business world.

During our afternoon coffee break, I sat with a few girls and steered the conversation toward Ethan. "So... do you guys know what kind of girls Mr.

Vance likes?" One of the senior employees paused, looking thoughtful. "Actually, I think Mr. Vance likes..." She stopped midsentence. I was so close to getting the answer!

I couldn’t just let her stop there. I pressed, "Likes what? What kind of girls?" "Are you really that curious about my type?" Hearing that familiar voice, my entire body froze.

I slowly, mechanically turned around, and my soul almost left my body. When did Ethan get here?! I frantically winked at my coworkers, silently begging them to rescue me.

But they only gave me "rest in peace" looks and scurried away, leaving me to my fate. At that moment, I genuinely wanted to die.

Was there anything more embarrassing than talking behind your boss's back and getting caught redhanded?!

Looking at Ethan’s intense gaze, I forced a weak, guilty smile and laughed nervously. "Mr. Vance! You... you misheard.

I have so much work to do, I'll just go..." I tried to slip past him, but he stepped in and blocked my path.

Before I could react, he used his height advantage to corner me, placing his hand on the wall right next to my head, effectively trapping me.

He looked down at me with a smirk playing on his lips. "If you’re so curious, why didn't you just ask me?

Hmm?" Looking at his insanely handsome face so close to mine, I swallowed hard. My heart skipped a beat.

If I didn’t know better, I might have actually fallen for him right then and there. But unfortunately, he was already targeted by a wealthy heiress.

While my mind was running wild, he reached out and gently flicked my forehead. "What's going on in that head of yours?

Speak." The slight sting made me frown, and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Fine, what kind of girls do you like then?" "I like..." He stared at my face and suddenly smiled, his eyes narrowing slightly.

His hand reached out, playing with a strand of my hair. Those gorgeous, sultry eyes never left mine as he leaned closer.

The distance between us shrank until I could feel his warm breath on my face. I tried to lean back, but my back was already pressed against the wall. There was nowhere to run.

As he leaned in even further, I put my hands on his chest to stop him, turning my head away. "Don't... don't get any closer!" Ethan let out a soft chuckle and stopped.

Just as I was about to turn my head back, his face brushed against my ear, and his deep voice vibrated through me. "I like... pretty ones." His breath tickled my cheek, and my face instantly flushed red.

He gave me a teasing look, smirked, and walked away. Leaving me standing there, completely frozen for several seconds. Then, it hit me. Was he basically calling me ugly?!