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

second glance, he wouldn't detect anything unusual. He noticed that Ciaran's expressions

was a far cry from his usual relaxed demeanor when helping Marshall.

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

didn't anticipate someone monitoring his every move from such

files 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

He was akin to a dependable older brother to them all. Deep down, Ronin hoped it wasn't

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

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

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.

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

you insist you cto deliver something to Professor Hartley, let's call him now and have him cover." Ciaran felt a pang of fear at Ronin's words. If Marshall arrived, it would

of us, yet here you are, hiding in Professor Hartley's office. Out of respect for Catherine, I haven't cat you. Don't

case,