Chapter 390


    “Good job, Ss, although it was a little slow,” Alyssaplimented him merrily.


    “This is pretty speedy, alright? Why didn’t you get Axel to work on this? He’s best at everything illegal.


    Got to find the right person for the job.”


    “I reached out to Axel a few days ago


    but he’s on an important mission. I don’t want to take up his time.”


    “Lyse, you’re pretty good at hacking-almost at Axel’s level. You’d have settled this yesterday if you had


    worked on it,” Jonah expressed his puzzlement.


    She merely yawned and exined, “I’mzy.”


    Ss was dumbstruck after learning that he had been used.


    Alyssa looked through the Twitter ount he found and smirked. “A reporter with a strong sense of


    justice, isn’t she? Instead of reporting on her own news, she goes ahead and leaks the photos of the


    wedding site at my hotel, sticking her nose into other people’s business.”


    “Are you saying that someone’s behind her actions?” Jonah wondered.


    “No. She wasn’t working under orders or getting paid for it because a reporter has her principles. She


    wouldn’t be involved in entertainment news if she primarily covers social news.”


    Alyssa stared intently at Abigail’s name and mumbled, “Abigail Grant. Abigail Grant… Why does that


    name sound familiar?”


    She was struck by a realization and screamed, “I know who she is! She’s Michael Grant’s daughter!”


    “And who is he?” Ss asked nkly.


    “Is he the ex-assistant manager whom you fired and sent behind bars?” Jonah raised a brow in


    amusement.


    “Yes! She’s his daughter!” she confirmed. Thanks to her sharp memory, she recalled the information


    about


    Abigail Grant she had once read, which helped to connect the dots.


    “I can see now why she might have had a motive for leaking the news.”


    “Same here. You sent her dad to prison. She was nice enough not to make you a social news


    headline.”


    Ss nodded sternly.


    “He’s a corrupted man. Why would I keep him around?” She lifted her chin proudly and argued, “He’s


    the


    one in the wrong, not me.


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    “If she’s a good daughter, she should visit him more, not take revenge against me to make herself feel


    better. Why do I have to be responsible for her dad’s crime? It’s ridiculous.”


    “Ms. Alyssa, I’ve checked the surveince footage. Our team members took turns monitoring the setup,


    and the workers surrendered their phones when they worked. No one else could have essed the


    site.” His eyes darkened as he stated, “It appears someone from our team sold us out to Abigail Grant.”


    Judging from Abigail’s good looks, Alyssa ventured a bold guess and instructed, “Sean, keep an eye on


    everyone in the team, especially the men. Monitor their movements discreetly around the clock. Notify


    me anyone is in contact with Abigail,”


    ht away if


    *Lyse, why did you specify the gender?” Jonah questioned.


    “That’s because men are tuned to lust!” She scoffed, harboring a bias against all men after her divorce.


    “Except me,” Jonah quipped.


    “Except me.” Ss chimed in.


    Sean raised his hand to protest as well.


    “I know you guys are decent men. You don’t have to defend yourself.” Shezily stretched and


    remarked, You can’t be any worse than the one waiting at the gates, right?”


    As the investigation stretched into the night, Jonah and Ss spent the night in the guest rooms


    arranged hv Alyssa


    nas


    Days of exhaustion had finally caught up with Alyssa. After a shower, she was out like a light as soon


    as her head hit the pillow.


    A sudden sh of lightning tore through the darkened sky at midnight, jolting her from her sleep. She


    usually slept soundly but was surprisingly woken up by thunder. She struggled to fall asleep after that.


    She woke up and draped a silk night robe on her silk maroon nightdress. She put on her velvety red


    slippers, ready to get some water.


    Outside, the winds were howling, and the thunder was pping. She quietly stood by the windows in


    the


    corridor with a mug of water in Her hands.


    She remembered sitting in her mother’s warm embrace, nestled in a rocking chair by the window on


    rainy


    nights. They would gaze out of the windows, lost in their own thoughts. She mumbled, “It was a stormy


    night when Mom left that ce.”


    But where? She couldn’t remember.


    Thunder roared again in the sky. Through the sh of lightning, she spotted Jasper standing steadfast


    at the vi’s gates, staring up at the windows of her bedroom. He remained unmoving as the tempest


    raged