All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 692 The Leaker

“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.

Ronin 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 on Marshall’s computer.

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

was a far cry from his usual

mini-computer was already linked to Marshall’s. It mirrored every move made

anticipate someone monitoring his

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

caring. He was akin to a dependable older brother to them all. Deep down,

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

finish copying, his face lit up with a smile of satisfaction. He removed the card and meticulously wiped any fingerprints

was about to touch the doorknob, a loud bang echoed behind

stared at Ronin in displeasure. ” Ronin, what

interesting statement. If I’m not

Ciaran began weaving a lie. He replied, “Professor Hartley asked me to get something. Can’t I

seen it firsthand, he almost believed Ciaran’s words when he saw Ciaran’s

Didn’t Professor Hartley inform you his computer was being monitored?

struggled to deny the fact. He shouted, “You’re talking nonsense! What moves? I just came to

As if anyone will buy that story.” Seeing Ciaran’s stubborn attitude without a

Professor Hartley,

a pang of fear at Ronin’s words. If Marshall

of us, yet here you are, hiding in Professor Hartley’s office. Out of respect for Catherine, I haven’t come at you. Don’t push your luck.” Soft approaches failed, so Ciaran opted

the case, there was no need