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.

any patience left, he cut to the chase: “Do you know why, despite knowing you had

“Greg…”

that his slight affection for Ophelia was so

he found no words

forehead. Before the man everyone

my fault, I

have covered for Ophelia, not once

words choked in

Ophelia

be outcast; at worst… Greg had

leaning against his desk, absentmindedly tapped his fingers on the surface, locking eyes with Lucius

He dialed a number.

Technology

Ophelia answer the phone,” instructed Greg in a calm

“Right away, Mr. George.”

her voice as neutral as ever, betraying none of the tension, “Greg,

you at

“…Okay.”

off in his tone, Ophelia immediately stood up, “I’ll be

the

still uneasy, she called Lucius hoping for

incessantly in his pocket. He glanced at the caller ID, his hand trembling slightly.

him, amused, “Hiding something else from

“Nothing!”

reluctantly answered,

Ophelia, “Lucius, whatever you’re doing, just tell me,

pleasant; since Lucius had passed her information to Greg then turned his back

“Nothing happened to Greg.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“That’s odd…”

suspicion grew, “…Where