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.

wrapped up my work. Since Andrea was most probably at the hospital, I didn't want to visit Hendrix, but I didn't want

I took out my phone to

at least

Why did he call me so many times?" I

return his call, and I only had to

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

up my desk, "I'm at the company. Why

tight, probably frustrated at my indifference, "Shouldn't you be taking care of your husband when he's at

asked as I carried my bag and was ready to

not my wife!"

what

would be mad, but I didn't care. I was only stating the

end of the phone. He was probably suppressing his anger, then

lightly and replied

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

someone tonight." I declined as I was already planning to ask Monique

"With who?" he asked.