When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 490

Greg had a storm cloud hanging over him all day, which was a rare sight.

When she mentioned what Ophelia had said outside the Ford Group’s towering building, Greg couldn’t hide his surprise.

Ophelia claimed she didn’t know Jane?

But checking up on Jane’s background was partly their job.

They knew as much about Jane as Greg himself did, if not more.

Connecting the dots, Greg thought back to the misunderstanding with Jane caused by Lucius’ delayed information.

Was it truly a delay, or was it deliberate?

Ophelia was in charge of that investigation.

Of course, Lucius, or Ophelia, for that matter, had been by his side for over a decade…

Had they grown too comfortable, bold enough to mess with his woman?

Empowering them had apparently led to them taking liberties!

Lucius, growing more convinced of his own suspicions and despite a moment’s hesitation, finally spoke up, albeit reluctantly: “About checking on Ms. Webster, I was unsure about some of the information initially, so I omitted it.”

He had no idea why Greg was bringing this up now but chose to take the fall for Ophelia.

After all, they had history.

And Ophelia, proud as she was, would be ruined if Greg found out she did it on purpose.

They could make countless mistakes, but loyalty was their baseline.

a word. Without any patience left, he cut to the chase: “Do you know why, despite knowing

“Greg…”

was shocked, not expecting that his slight affection for Ophelia

no

office was chilling, but sweat formed on Lucius’ forehead. Before the man everyone called “Mr.

it’s my fault, I shouldn’t

have covered for Ophelia, not once but

choked in his

Ophelia

best, she’d be outcast; at worst… Greg had

the surface, locking eyes with Lucius for a few seconds

He dialed a number.

Technology

instructed Greg

“Right away, Mr. George.”

voice as neutral as ever, betraying none

at the Ford

“…Okay.”

Ophelia immediately stood up,

her way to the Ford Group,

arriving, still uneasy, she called

in his pocket. He glanced at the caller ID, his hand trembling slightly. Under Greg’s watchful eye, he

else from me? Put it on

“Nothing!”

reluctantly answered,

Ophelia, “Lucius, whatever you’re doing,

was far from pleasant; since Lucius had passed her information to Greg then turned his back on her,

“Nothing happened to Greg.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“That’s odd…”

grew, “…Where are