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 toward Marshall's desk. Then Ciaran

Ronin taking a second glance, he wouldn't detect anything

far cry from his usual relaxed

immediately opened his laptop. His mini-computer was already linked to

someone monitoring his every move

While not a

the most amiable and caring. He was akin to a dependable older brother to them all. Deep down, Ronin hoped it

files onto his storage card, he realized the matter had been settled. Ciaran might not be able to

satisfaction. He removed the card and meticulously wiped any fingerprints from the computer. Only then did Ciaran stand up and prepare

It was followed by 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

don't need to keep pretending. Didn't Professor 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?

call him now and have him cover." Ciaran felt

in Professor Hartley's office. Out of respect for Catherine, I haven't cat you.

this from Ciaran. Since that was the case, there was no need for him to dwell