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.

stealthily toward Marshall's desk. Then

Ronin taking a second glance, he wouldn't detect anything unusual. He noticed that

and looked incredibly uneasy. It was a far cry from his usual

already linked to Marshall's. It mirrored every move made on the other

anticipate someone monitoring his every

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 with

Ciaran was the most amiable and caring. He was akin to a dependable older

the matter had been settled. Ciaran might not be able to

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

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. Can't I cin and help him?" If Ronin hadn't seen

Hartley inform 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 if anyone will buy that story." Seeing Ciaran's stubborn attitude

cto deliver something to Professor Hartley, let's call him now and have him cover."

not one of us, yet here you are, hiding in Professor Hartley's office. Out of respect for Catherine,

Since that was the case, there was no need for him to