Chapter 312
Jeffery’s hoarse voice was filled with self–doubt, echoing through the room as he questioned his very
existence.
Marina’s voice, clear yet faint, carried an unwavering strength as she spoke, “When ites to the
choices you make for yourself, you must stand firm. Others‘ opinions should not have any influence on
your decisions. As long as you believe you are right, then you are.”
In an instant. Jeffery’s eyes flew open. He locked his gaze onto Marina’s, his expression a swirling mix
of emotions.
Without wasting a moment, Marina clearly instructed, “You stay here and take care of her; I’ll handle
everything else.” With those words, she prepared to depart from the hospital.
But Jeffery halted her abruptly as he called out, “Wait a minute!”
Marina turned back, curiosity evident in her eyes as she asked, “What else?”
There was a brief silence before Jeffery mumbled in his husky and low voice, “… Be careful.”
A tinge of helplessness crossed Marina’s face as she responded, “You do not need to worry about
that.”
She waved casually at Jeffery before making her way out of the building.
Yet his eyes followed her every move as a kaleidoscope ofplex emotions swirled within him.
Once outside the hospital, Marina’s phone broke the silence with an iing call.
“The items have been sent to your email,” the voice on the other end of the line said.
It was just a simple message, but Marina immediately understood what it meant.
Logging into her personal email, she found an unread message confirming her suspicions.
Logging into her personal email, she found an unread message confirming her suspicions.
After Marina opened it, it was filled with the information she had asked someone to investigate
previously.
As Marina delved into the contents, her expression grew increasingly grim.
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“What’s wrong?” Simon asked as he noticed her change in demeanor.
“Take a look,” Marina replied, handing Simon her phone.
Simon took a few minutes to peruse the email. When he finished reading, his face mirrored Marina’s
solemnity.
“Can we trust the credibility of this investigation?” Simon asked as he handed the phone back to
Marina.
“It’s reliable,” Mariná responded tersely, having entrusted the task to one of the subordinates she
trusted implicitly.
“In that case, this matter bes much more manageable,” Simon dered with conviction.
“However, there’s still a mystery I need to unravel,” Marina murmured, her eyes narrowing in
contemtion.
“What is it?” Simon prompted, curiosity evident in his voice.
The attic… Marina’s voice dropped, her intuition insisting that something significanty hidden there.
Otherwise, Mr. Fermon and Chrislyn would not be so on edge.
“Once we resolve this matter, the secrets in the attic will also be revealed,” Simon asserted, radiating
confidence.
“Hmm, Marina acknowledged with a nod.
“So, what’s your next move?” Simon regarded Marina calmly, awaiting her decision.
“We should beware of the hidden dangers while pursuing our immediate gains,” Marina replied with a
mysterious smile.
Seeing her expression, Simon caught a glimpse of her intentions.
“Let’s head back to the hotel first!” Marina said as she briskly walked toward the parking lot.
“Alright, Simon responded as he quickly fell into step behind her.
Once they returned to the hotel, Marina gathered all the information she had collected, meticulously
organizing it on her
Packaging it all up, she sent it to Yenny, who resided far away in Didominia.
At the Pembroke Group. Yenny was busy listening to his subordinates‘ reports on the quarter’s work
and achievements.
As they droned on with meaningless updates, Yenny’s mind wandered elsewhere, and he was soon
lost in his own thoughts..
Suddenly, a notification appeared, indicating that a new email had appeared in his inbox.
It was sent to his personal email, where hemunicated with acquaintances.
As such. Yenny clicked on it without hesitation, unaware of the impending terror that awaited him.
As he read the email’s contents, a look of pure horror swept across his face.
In a state of panic, the mouse slipped from his grasp, ttering to the ground.
One of his subordinates, who had been in the midst of reporting, noticed Yenny’s gloomy expression
and immediately halted his presentation.
With a nervous demeanor, he carefully approached Yenny and asked, “Mr. Pembroke, are you
alright?”
Yenny seemed oblivious to his subordinate’s voice as he continued to focus his gaze on theputer
screen.
Each word on it pierced his heart, unearthing the deep–rooted fear he had concealed for years.
“Get out!” Yenny ground his teeth, struggling to regain control of his emotions.
“What?” The subordinate struggled toprehend his words.
“I said, get out!” Yenny raised his voice, shouting at him with intensity.
Startled by his appearance, the subordinate hastily retreated from the office.
Once alone, the room echoed only with Yenny’s presence.
He took a deep breath, ensuring his emotions had settled before settling back into his chair.
He scrutinized the document before him, the words intensifying the trembling of his nerves with each
passing moment.
His mind raced, “How is this possible? That person is supposed to be dead! I witnessed his body turn
to ashes. How is he alive? This cannot be real!”
Yenny nced at the sender’s information again, but it remained anonymous.
Reluctantly, Yenny had to summon thepany’s technicians to trace the sender’s information.
Despite changing technicians multiple times, none could trace it.
Frustrated, Yenny angrily fired half of thepany’s technical staff.
The action sent shockwaves through thepany, leaving everyone feeling a sense of insecurity.
Now that he had regained hisposure, Yenny stared at the email, his fists clenched tightly.
There was nothing for him to fear.
In the past, he had triumphed over this person under simr circumstances.
Now, armed with significant power, he refused to ept defeat. He would emerge victorious once
more.
A glimmer of darkness flickered in Yenny’s eyes.
In Hatinne, Marina absentmindedly picked at her meal.
She knew Yenny must be suffering at this very moment, unable to find peace even in sleep.
Just the thought of it invigorated her appetite.
In the following days, Marina and Simon remained confined to their hotel, overseeing the situation from
afar.
They did not even set foot in the hospital, yet they heldplete control over the unfolding events.
One evening, after Marina finished showering, her phone startled her with an unknown number shing
on the screen.
A faint smile curved her lips as she delicately swiped to answer the call, her silence conveying a silent
challenge.
The voice on the other end remained silent momentarily before finally yielding.
They were the first to speak. “Miss Bailey.”
It was Mr. Fermon on the line.
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