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.

a second glance, he wouldn’t detect

looked incredibly uneasy. It was a far cry from his usual relaxed demeanor when helping Marshall. This was

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

didn’t anticipate someone monitoring his every move from such close

Ronin watched the files open on the computer, he held onto a last shred of hope. While not a student of Marshall, he was well acquainted with Marshall’s team through his connection with

akin to a dependable older brother to them all. Deep

realized the matter had

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

bang echoed behind him. It

he frowned and stared at Ronin in displeasure. ” Ronin, what are you doing sneaking around

and looked disdainfully at him. “Ciaran, that’s an interesting statement. If I’m not supposed to be here,

Hartley asked me to get something. Can’t I come

seen it firsthand, he almost believed Ciaran’s

you his computer

words drained the color from Ciaran’s face. He struggled to deny the fact. He shouted, “You’re talking nonsense! What moves?

Seeing Ciaran’s stubborn attitude without a trace

to deliver something to Professor Hartley, let’s call him now

words. If

for Catherine,

hadn’t expected this from Ciaran. Since that was the case, there was no need for him to