My Mute Bride

Everyone left the room when the lunch meeting ended.

While Justin spoke to some other people, Rachel waited for him by the door.

At this moment, the woman who drank on her behalf stepped out of the restroom and upon seeing Rachel there, she smiled. “Oh, you’re still here. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Coraline Harper.”

Rachel gratefully bobbed her head before signing, Thank you for standing up for me earlier.

“Oh, it was a small matter. It’s no problem, really.”

It wasn’t until Coraline was a distance away that Rachel suddenly realized something.

It seemed that not only was Coraline not surprised about Rachel’s inability to speak, Coraline could also read sign language.

“What are you looking at?” Justin asked behind Rachel, his voice pulling her back to the present.

As she returned to her senses, she answered, Nothing. Can we leave now?

“I have some things to do. So, you should return to your room first.”

Remembering what Janice had told her, Rachel asked carefully, Can’t I go with you?

“It’s business-related. You’ll be bored, so you might as well head back to rest. I’ll return soon.” As Justin said those words, he stroked the back of her head. “Be good and do as I say.”

Rachel’s expression remained unchanged as she nodded. However, as soon as she turned away from Justin, her expression morphed into one of disgust.

Once she returned to her room, her first order of business was to yank her hair until her scalp ached, as if that was the only way to remove the loath that came with the intimate actions.

As she stood at the entryway, she carefully thought about the people at the lunch meeting.

Although Justin’s current visit to Brookville was ostensibly about Burton Group’s bid, she suspected he was actually here for other matters. After all, she hadn’t heard of a single person at the lunch meeting.

The thing was that she had worked at Burton Group for a while and with the excuse of managing the corporation’s finances, she investigated all the clients who had financial dealings with Burton Group.

Not a single one of those present at the lunch meeting was among them.

There had to be a problem somewhere.

Now that she thought about that, Rachel stepped out of the room again.

Even if she couldn’t overhear the contents of their conversation, it would perhaps be enough to snap a few photographs and send them to Janice to have her look into them.

the entrance to the second floor conference room, two bodyguards were

until those people in the room exited. Then, she rapidly clicked the shutter of her cell phone camera to take

Crash!

of glass shattering suddenly rang out from the restroom at the other end of

“Who’s there?”

As she lacked the courage to stay even for a moment longer, she departed

was careful to stop two floors below where her actual room was. After doing so,

the stairwell, she heard the sound of coughing

through the gaps between

blood immediately rushed to her head, leaving her hands and her

Cough cough…

by the sound of the unsuppressed coughing, there

she carefully crept down half a flight of stairs before looking over the banister to see a silhouette leaning against

She froze.

Rachel as well, for she looked up warily before sighing with relief when she recognized Rachel. Then, she held a finger to her

blood all over Coraline’s white suit sleeve. Blood was still flowing down from her

injured? Rachel

me. You must leave

I

now!” It was right after Coraline said these words that her legs gave way, causing her to slide down the surface of the door. She

“There’s blood here!”

“It’s going upstairs!”

men’s voices echoing up the

to care about anything else, she glanced at Coraline’s bleeding arm before quickly acting to tear off a corner of her skirt to bandage Coraline’s wound. With the bleeding temporarily

does the trail

must be on this

go, quick! Don’t

Rachel took a deep breath of cold air. It was a long while before she calmed down

she attempted to undo Coraline’s coat to check on her

at Coraline’s wary face. However, Coraline replied, “Go… Go and

Janice.”

A terrified Rachel froze.

clamor of footsteps

is the only room that the surveillance monitors don’t cover, President

President Burton’s

a problem. If you’re suspicious, you can head

looked down at the bloodstains on herself before she immediately locked the bathroom