Caroline paused before smiling. "Alright. I''ll be waiting for you in Capitarnia."


    "Sure," N promised.


    After Caroline entered the hotel, N drove off.


    Halfway home, her phone suddenly rang.


    Seeing that it was an unknown number, she decided not to answer. The caller didn''t try again but sent a text message instead.


    It wasn''t until N parked downstairs that she checked the message.


    [Ms. Jayston, my father was one of the victims of the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident six years ago. I saw in the news that you found evidence and sent Cyrus Sumner to the police. I also have some evidence and would like to give it to you. Please contact me if you see this message.]


    After reading the text, N tightened her grip on her phone but didn''t rush to reply.


    Cyrus had been in custody for a while, and this person was just now reaching out. It seemed a bit suspicious.


    After a moment of consideration, she decided to ignore it for the time being.


    If the other party was genuinely desperate, they would reach out again. No matter their intention, it was better to be cautious.


    For the rest of the weekend, N stayed at home studying.


    Gabriel sent her several messages inviting her to join him for a meal. Initially, she responded, but eventually, she began to ignore them.


    ...


    On Monday morning, just as N was leaving her apartment, she found Gabriel waiting by the elevator.


    She greeted him coolly and was about to leave when he stepped before her. "N, am I bothering you?"


    Understanding he was referring to herck of response to his messages, she nodded. "A little."


    Gabriel looked momentarily taken aback, then his eyes softened with a hint of indulgence and helplessness. "I understand. I won''t bother you again." "Thank you." With that, N turned and left without another word.


    After she drove away, Gabriel made a phone call, his voice as gentle as ever. "How did it go with what I asked you to do?"


    A gruff, low voice answered from the


    other end, "I called her, but she didn''t pick up. Then I sent a text, but it''s


    been more than a day, and she still hasn''t responded."


    Gabriel narrowed his eyes. "Keep trying to contact her. Once this is over, I''ll send your daughter abroad for treatment." Gabriel hung up, put away his phone, and smirked.


    On her way to the office, N received a call from Vrie.


    "N, you won''t believe this!" Vrie eximed.


    Curious, N raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"


    "After rk took over his father''s


    signing deals with Prospet


    Technology, but it turns out it was just rk''s smallpany Now people are starting to realize something''s off, and some are threatening to sue him," Vrie exined.


    N frowned. "How could those executives be so careless? Didn''t they notice the contracts were with the wrongpany?"


    Vrie borated, "He forged the


    contracts. The paperwork said Prospectus Technology, but a


    dealings were actually hapalkthe


    by


    people from hispany


    "Isn''t he afraid of getting caught?" N asked, surprised that rk would dare to pull off something like this.


    It was eye-opening.


    "I guess he didn''t think he''d get caught. Who knows how this will y out now? I''ll let you know if I hear anything new," Vrie offered.


    N wasn''t particrly concerned about what happened to rk. After all, they had nothing to do with each other anymore.


    What N hadn''t expected was that rk woulde to her for help.


    "N, for the sake of what we had, can you please help me? Talk to Uncle Damon for me and ask him to assist me this one time?" he pleaded.