Wesley and his family arrived at the location of the land. It was by the sea and still occupied a large area. It used to be a villa, but then there was a fire and the house was completely burned down. The original owner did not want to rebuild it, so he sold the land directly. Fortunately, the wreckage had been cleaned up.
Wesley did not care about what had happened here. He was going to build it according to Tony Stark's home, not in shape but in the internal smart system. He had J.A.R.V.I.S. and Wesley had Elizabeth.
"How is it? The area here is not small. Thousands of square meters are enough to cover anything. Do you mind if there was a fire here?" Wesley asked.
Carlos didn't care about that. As an assassin, he wasn't afraid of that, and Mindy wasn't either. Wesley was actually asking about Hannah.
"It doesn't matter. It's really good here. The sea is cleaner. It shouldn't smell in summer," Hannah said.
Wesley looked at the water. There was indeed no debris, but he couldn't swim if he wanted to, and he couldn't draw water from the sea, but he should be able to fish. The overall location was not bad. He then said, "We can build a small berth in the future and park the yacht here. What do you think?"
Carlos nodded and said, "Not bad. It's a lot more convenient that way. They can come to the door to do maintenance, and they can also drive the yacht over for supplies. It's not a problem."
"Sure, I can sleep on the yacht at night, right?" Mindy called happily.
Wesley looked at her strangely and asked, "Why live on a yacht when you have a bedroom?"
"I read a classmate's magazine. Those who live on yachts are all beautiful women. Mindy can be very beautiful when she lives on a yacht." What Mindy said made Wesley unable to refute what magazine it was.
At that moment, Evelyn Salter was parked on the road outside the property. Wesley looked at her in surprise and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Resentment. A great wave of resentment hit Wesley in the face, making him shiver. Evelyn Salter said, "Of course I'm here to report to the boss. It's hard to see you after you've arranged a job. And you can't call. I can only hurry up and report."
Wesley smiled and thought to himself, 'You're a CIA agent. What are you playing at in front of me for no reason?'
"I don't have time today. Maybe in a few days. I still have things to do. You need to be in charge of things and so on," Wesley said directly.
"Wait a few days?" Evelyn Salter stared at Wesley with anticipation.
"I'm not sure, but it has to be arranged here. The house needs to be designed, and the construction company is very demanding. And my other job is very busy."
"Have you been in New York all this time?" Evelyn Sauter said firmly.
"Not bad. Are you in a hurry?" Wesley looked at her strangely.
"No hurry, what's the hurry? But as your assistant, I need to know where you are. If you are in New York, then I can arrange your time."
Wesley could see that the CIA was getting impatient, and this was a critical time. S.H.I.E.L.D. was very weak and was doing its best to interrogate. This was a good time to get S.H.I.E.L.D. technology.
Wesley nodded, then reached out to pat Evelyn Salter on the shoulder. He wanted to encourage her, but she quickly took a few steps back, completely subconsciously. Evelyn Salter seemed to realize that something was wrong with her, and then she crossed her arms over her chest with an expression that said, Don't bully me.
Looking at her in surprise, Wesley asked, "What happened to you?"
"Boss, I'm just an assistant," Evelyn Salter answered nervously.
"I didn't say you were anything else." Wesley knew that she knew that she could read minds. The hearing was live, and all the intelligence agencies knew about it, including Evelyn Salter. This time, she stepped back subconsciously because she was unprepared and inexperienced, and at the same time, she was not very clear about her own abilities.
"Then what do you want to do with your hand?" Evelyn Salter realized her mistake and then blamed it on Wesley. Wesley didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Is it really okay for a spy like you to do this? But in that case, I'll tease her.
"Oh, most assistants are very close to their boss. Only then will they be trusted and valued. I thought you would learn very quickly, especially today when you took the initiative to come here. It seems that you still haven't learned. Okay, go back and wait for my notice!" Wesley waved his hand and sent her away.
Evelyn Salter stood rooted to the ground. Although she had learned about seduction in agent training, was she really going to use it? She struggled and returned to the car in a daze, then slowly drove away.
Wesley looked at the departing car and smiled wickedly. Then he joined Mindy and the others in their discussion. It was important to know what the house should have. Everyone was thinking about it.
Evelyn Salter, who didn't know how to get home, struggled for a long time. Finally, she began to contact her superiors and the two of them began to talk online.
"Boss, today 'boss' actually hinted that I should be 'close' to him. What should I do?" Evelyn Salter typed on the Internet.
"What? He really said that?" The other side responded.
"Yes." Evelyn Salter ignored her mistake. She couldn't think that Wesley was just teasing her.
"Well, I see. Just keep the current situation and evacuate if you can't. I don't think you can get any useful information here."
"I've been lurking for so long and I'm just giving up?"
"It's indeed been a long time, but you haven't even seen him a few times. It's completely meaningless. Besides, we can't agree to his request now, so just give up. We'll give you other tasks when you come back."
"Oh, let me see. He has been in New York recently. And it seems that SHIELD has something to do in New York."
"Are you sure?"
"It is."
"Well, hold on for a few more days. If there is danger, you can evacuate."
Turning off the computer, Evelyn Salter lay in bed, depressed. As an agent, she had been lurking for almost a year, but her target had not contacted her at all. Basically, she was now an assistant, a real assistant. She had almost forgotten the job of an agent. The target didn't even go home. How was she going to work? And there was no office, not even a study. The only things that might have secrets were the two apartment houses, but she was too familiar with them.