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.

bit. But he noticed Ciaran moving stealthily toward Marshall's desk. Then Ciaran sat down at the desk

weren't for Ronin taking a second glance, he wouldn't detect anything unusual. He noticed that Ciaran's expressions and gaze were

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

something wrong, Ronin immediately opened his laptop. His mini-computer was already

monitoring his every move from

computer, he held onto a last shred of hope. While not a student of

was akin to a dependable older brother to them all. Deep down, Ronin hoped it

witnessed Ciaran copying files onto his storage card, he realized the matter had been settled. Ciaran might

Ciaran saw the files finish copying, his face lit up with a smile of satisfaction. He removed the card and meticulously wiped

a cold voice. " Ciaran, where are you going?" Ciaran felt a chill down his spine and slowly turned around. As he spotted Ronin, he eased a bit. Then he frowned and 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.

you his computer was being monitored? Every move you just made has been recorded." These words drained the color from Ciaran's face. He struggled to deny the fact. He shouted, "You're talking nonsense! What moves? I just cto deliver something to Professor Hartley. Are you going to investigate that?" Ronin thought inwardly, "Deliver something? As

deliver something to Professor Hartley, let's call him now and have him cover." Ciaran felt a pang of

office. Out of respect for

that was the case, there was no need