All Her Secrets

"Phew..." Ronin breathed out softly and finally shifted his position. He'd been lying on the ceiling for two days without a stir below.

Ronin moved slightly and turned to give his numb thighs a break. A growl from his stomach prompted him to carefully retrieve an energy bar from his pocket to replenish his energy. After that, he settled back into position quietly.

Under Catherine's orders, he wouldn't stop until he unearthed who was causing the disturbances.

However, after he stayed there for two days, the office remained eerily quiet. Ronin wondered whether he had misjudged the direction.

Just as Ronin contemplated revising his plan, the office door lock made a slight sound.

A soft click caught Ronin's attention. He adjusted and barely breathing. He feared detection.

When he spotted the person entering, he rolled his eyes silently.

It was Ciaran, Marshall's earliest student, who had been working with Marshall. He often frequented Marshall's office. His entrance was nothing out of the ordinary.

stifled a yawn and planned to rest a bit. But he noticed Ciaran moving stealthily

weren't for Ronin taking a second glance, he wouldn't detect anything unusual. He

occasionally glanced around and looked incredibly uneasy. It was a far cry from his usual relaxed demeanor when helping

His mini-computer was already linked to Marshall's. It mirrored every move made on

didn't anticipate someone monitoring his

open on the computer, he held onto a last shred of hope. While not a student of Marshall, he was well acquainted with Marshall's team through his connection

akin to a dependable older brother to them all. Deep down,

his storage card, he realized the

satisfaction. He removed the card and meticulously wiped any fingerprints

stared at Ronin in displeasure. " Ronin, what are you doing sneaking around Professor Hartley's office? You shouldn't be here. Get out and stop causing trouble." Ronin sneered and looked disdainfully at him. "Ciaran, that's an interesting statement. If I'm not supposed to be here, then what about you?" Unflinchingly, Ciaran began weaving a lie. He replied, "Professor Hartley askedto get something. Can't I cin and help him?" If Ronin hadn't seen it firsthand, he almost believed Ciaran's words

nonsense! What moves? I just cto deliver something to Professor Hartley. Are you going to investigate that?" Ronin thought inwardly, "Deliver something? As if anyone will buy that story." Seeing Ciaran's

him cover." Ciaran felt a pang of fear at Ronin's words.

Professor Hartley's office. Out of respect for Catherine,

the case, there was no need for him to dwell on