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 sat down at the desk and turned

wouldn't detect anything unusual. He noticed that Ciaran's expressions and gaze

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

laptop. His mini-computer was already linked to Marshall's. It mirrored

monitoring his every move from

the computer, he held onto a last shred of hope. While not a student of Marshall, he was well

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

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

He removed the card and meticulously wiped any fingerprints

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

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? 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 without a trace of remorse, Ronin decided not to indulge

him cover." Ciaran felt a pang

of respect for Catherine, I haven't cat you. Don't push your luck." Soft approaches

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