My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I frowned upon hearing his words and asked, "Why? How long was it shut down?"

Perhaps he was bored from guarding there alone because he answered me in detail even though he didn't know me, "It's been around six months. Someone died here, and the higher-ups were afraid that it might cause more problems, so they decided to shut it down."

"When did it happen?" I asked further.

"It was around the end of last year," he looked at me and said, "Young lady, you aren't from this area, are you? That Mr. Shelley even came here and said that this place doesn't bring profit and that since someone died here, he suggested shutting it down temporarily while waiting for things to die down."

Mr. Shelley?

Austin?

He was the one in charge of Advancer Tech before, but he hadn't reported the accident to the company. Moreover, this site was profiting for the past few months. Although the profit earned wasn't much, it was still a considerable amount. How did Austin manage to do so when the site had already been shut down for six months?

I asked the security guard a few more simple questions. Since I wasn't allowed to enter the site, I didn't insist and returned to the company. I then proceeded to look back at the details of the financial reports and documents of the past six months for the southern district branches.

I was getting more concerned as to why Austin covered up the accident instead of reporting it to the company. I also needed to figure out where the profit of the southern district for the previous six months came from.

It would be impossible for the southern district to bring in profit seeing that the site wasn't in operation.

There were too many questions that could never be answered in such a short time. I would have to wait for Hendrix's involvement.

work. Since Andrea was most probably at the hospital, I didn't want to

my phone to call

there were at least fifty missed

call me

I decided to return his call, and I only had to wait

spoke before I could say anything. His tone was cold,

calmly while tidying up my desk, "I'm at the

"Shouldn't you be taking care

asked as I carried my bag and was ready to

my wife!"

mistress can do what

but I didn't care. I was only stating the

the other end of the phone. He was probably suppressing his

and replied directly,

him chuckled, and then he spoke in his usual deep voice, "Come and have dinner with me. I

I declined as

"With who?" he asked.