Reborn of Kate by Isla Rainfield

Chapter 253 Surveillance Video

When the triumvirate of enterprises, their collaborative venture with Kate’s illustrious HN Studio, unveiled their latest creations, adulation swept through the air like a gentle zephyr.

Despite HN Studio enduring a trespass and unfounded aspersions cast upon its artisanal wares, deft stratagems of public relations and clarifications, akin to a well–tempered sword, quenched the brewing tempest with nary a scar upon the studio’s reputation

The novelties emerging from both HN Studio and the joint endeavours of the trio, swiftly ensconcing themselves within the very heart of Capital City’s market, bespoke an unprecedented ascendancy.

Meanwhile, within the precincts of the constabulary. Leslie, staunch as an ancient keep under siege, yielded naught to the relentless scrutiny, refusing to unloose the secrets locked within her steadfast silence.

Yet, at this critical juncture, an unforeseen guest graced the threshold of HN Studio, leaving Kate momentarily discomposed.

“Ms. Martin?” Descending the spiralled stairs, Kate beheld a figure enrobed in the sleek elegance of ebony, exuding an aura of dignified refinement. A subtle furrow graced Kate’s brow, betraying her intrigue.

None other than Abigail, the preeminent presider of Alpha Corporation, whose erstwhile overtures of collaboration had been extended during a prior soirée, stood before her.

“Ms. Lowe. Abigail’s greeting, laced with cordiality and intent, bespoke a woman well–versed in the delicate dance of discourse. Her eyes, like twin beacons of astute observation, locked with Kate’s own, as she proffered with poised directness, “I bear surveillance footage which may pique your interest, perchance even serve your cause.”

at Abigail’s enigmatic preamble, found herself in receipt of the proffered evidence ere she could voice her

Kate’s brow furrowed, etched with

residential abode directly opposite HN Studio, offered a voyeuristic vantage. Through the lens, the emblazoned sigil of the

seized by the unfolding tableau, discerned the stealthy movements of cloaked

surveillance, breached the stout portals with

with a knowing smile, “By chance, I maintain a residence

compelled by what transpired. I hastened to your side.

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Chapter 253 Surveillance Video

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words, forthright and enunciated with the poise of assured purpose, hung in the

uttered,

“Might I procure a duplicate of this