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“Why can’t we talk here? I can see and hear you perfectly well.”
His throat tightened, and he let out a heavy sigh. Alyssa was like the embodiment of an evil witch.
“Stop throwing a tantrum. Come out. I need to talk to you.”
“A tantrum? I was trying to shoo you. Can’t you tell?” she snickered.
“Just come out. I really want to see you.” His eyes glimmered under the dim lights, and his voice was loaded with emotions. He had shed all his pride and ego and blurted out everything from his heart.
He’d like to see her.
Hearing that, she felt a squeeze in her heart. Blood rushed through her veins as she took a step back.
A long pause later, she took a deep breath and sneered. She might have cried tears of joy if he had said that to her in the past. She’d have done anything just to hear him say it.
However, his confession had arrived too late. Getting tangled up in a stale relationship would only diminish her worth.
“The adult world is harsh. You don’t always get your way.” She tilted her head with a jeer that sent a shiver down his spine. “I’ve learned that during our three years together.”
“Alyssa…” He felt a lump in his throat and a violent tremor in his body.
“It probably won’t rain tonight,” she observed, her gaze shifting to the moon. “The last time I met you. outside, I was worried you might be struck by lightning. Tonight, don’t expect me to meet you out there. Just leave.”
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The intercom screen went dark.
He stood at the gates blankly, enveloped in the late fall chill that seeped into his bones.
Alyssa dragged herself upstairs with heavy footsteps. She was perplexed by the change in her heartless ex -husband, who now ran to her house and begged to see her after the divorce. He was thick-skinned.
What else could they talk about? He had had three years’ worth of time to speak to her, but he chose to throw her in the spacious villa, ignoring her presence.
She had wasted three precious years of her life on him and was determined not to repeat the same mistake.
When she entered the study, Sean immediately inquired, “How did it go? Did he cause you any trouble?”
“As if he would dare,” she replied, wrapping her arms around Jonah’s neck.
“How about you? Did you give him trouble?” Jonah smiled.
“Oh. Nope.”
“What a missed opportunity.” Jonah caressed her cheek and joked. “You should have beaten him into pulp, especially with me here.”
She was dumbfounded. “Jonah, I appreciate the thought, but a believer like you should advocate for peaceful solutions.”
“Lyse! I got it! Quick, open a bottle of the most expensive red wine to reward me!” Silas raised his hands triumphantly and squealed.
“Sean, bring Silas the best red from the cellar.” Alyssa looked happier. She rested her left hand on Silas’
shoulder, her right hand on the table. She stared at the screen and questioned, “Who’s our leaker?”
“This is her verified account!” Silas pointed at the screen. “She’s a social news reporter at E! News Daily.
Abigail Grant is the name. She shares the same IP address as the alternate account!”
“Good job, Silas, although it was a little slow,” Alyssa complimented him merrily.
“This is pretty speedy, alright? Why didn’t you get Axel to work on this? He’s best at everything illegal. Got to find the right person for the job.”
“I reached out to Axel a few days ago but he’s on an important mission. I don’t want to take up his time.”
“Lyse, you’re pretty good at hacking-almost at Axel’s level. You’d have settled this yesterday if you had worked on it,” Jonah expressed his puzzlement.
She merely yawned and explained, “I’m lazy.”
Silas was dumbstruck after learning that he had been used.
Alyssa looked through the Twitter account he found and smirked. “A reporter with a strong sense of justice, isn’t she? Instead of reporting on her own news, she goes ahead and leaks the photos of the wedding site at my hotel, sticking her nose into other people’s business.”
“Are you saying that someone’s behind her actions?” Jonah wondered.
“No. She wasn’t working under orders or getting paid for it because a reporter has her principles. She wouldn’t be involved in entertainment news if she primarily covers social news.”
Alyssa stared intently at Abigail’s name and mumbled, “Abigail Grant. Abigail Grant… Why does that name sound familiar?”
She was struck by a realization and screamed, “I know who she is! She’s Michael Grant’s daughter!”
“And who is he?” Silas asked blankly.
“Is he the ex-assistant manager whom you fired and sent behind bars?” Jonah raised a brow in amusement.
“Yes! She’s his daughter!” she confirmed. Thanks to her sharp memory, she recalled the information about
Abigail Grant she had once read, which helped to connect the dots.
“I can see now why she might have had a motive for leaking the news.”
“Same here. You sent her dad to prison. She was nice enough not to make you a social news headline.”
Silas nodded sternly.
“He’s a corrupted man. Why would I keep him around?” She lifted her chin proudly and argued, “He’s the one in the wrong, not me.
“If she’s a good daughter, she should visit him more, not take revenge against me to make herself feel better. Why do I have to be responsible for her dad’s crime? It’s ridiculous.”
“Ms. Alyssa, I’ve checked the surveillance footage. Our team members took turns monitoring the setup, and the workers surrendered their phones when they worked. No one else could have accessed the site.” His eyes darkened as he stated, “It appears someone from our team sold us out to Abigail Grant.”
Judging from Abigail’s good looks, Alyssa ventured a bold guess and instructed, “Sean, keep an eye on everyone in the team, especially the men. Monitor their movements discreetly around the clock. Notify me anyone is in contact with Abigail,”
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*Lyse, why did you specify the gender?” Jonah questioned.
“That’s because men are tuned to lust!” She scoffed, harboring a bias against all men after her divorce.
“Except me,” Jonah quipped.
“Except me.” Silas chimed in.
Sean raised his hand to protest as well.
“I know you guys are decent men. You don’t have to defend yourself.” She lazily stretched and remarked, You can’t be any worse than the one waiting at the gates, right?”
As the investigation stretched into the night, Jonah and Silas spent the night in the guest rooms arranged hv Alyssa nas
Days of exhaustion had finally caught up with Alyssa. After a shower, she was out like a light as soon as her head hit the pillow.
A sudden flash of lightning tore through the darkened sky at midnight, jolting her from her sleep. She usually slept soundly but was surprisingly woken up by thunder. She struggled to fall asleep after that.
She woke up and draped a silk night robe on her silk maroon nightdress. She put on her velvety red slippers, ready to get some water.
Outside, the winds were howling, and the thunder was clapping. She quietly stood by the windows in the corridor with a mug of water in Her hands.
She remembered sitting in her mother’s warm embrace, nestled in a rocking chair by the window on rainy nights. They would gaze out of the windows, lost in their own thoughts. She mumbled, “It was a stormy night when Mom left that place.”
But where? She couldn’t remember.
Thunder roared again in the sky. Through the flash of lightning, she spotted Jeremy standing steadfast at the villa’s gates, staring up at the windows of her bedroom. He remained unmoving as the tempest raged
Why was Jeremy still out there? What was he trying to get at?
Was that an attempt at winning her sympathy? Alyssa would never fall for such an off-putting move!
Fueled by anger, she stormed into her bedroom, only to come to an abrupt halt.