"Can you drop off at the office instead?" Rain asked, glancing at her watch. It was only 10:30 in the morning, and she still had plenty of ti to get so work done.
"You already told them you wouldn’t be in today, so why are you going?" Alexander asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Plans changed," Rain replied, frowning slightly. "I don’t want to just sit around at ho. I still have work to finish, and I’m not letting the Obsidian Order case slip away. I have a feeling it’s all connected—Mada Beck, Michael Astor. Sothing’s off."
Vania had ntioned that Michael was a regular at Mada Beck’s establishnt and very close to her. Rain’s gut was telling her that Michael wasn’t just close to Mada Beck—he might be her business partner, or worse, the mastermind behind everything.
If Vania’s testimony about seeing Michael walk was true, then he was faking his condition and using it to cover up his cris.
"Michael Astor is coming after , Alexander. I know you’re trying to protect , but do you really expect to just sit back and do nothing? I’m not going to let so psychopath wait for the right mont to strike. I’ll use the prosecution office to stop him." Rain’s voice trailed off as she considered her next move.
"We’ve got people in the prosecution office, Rain. People in every sector. You don’t need to push yourself so hard," Alexander murmured.
Rain’s eyes widened in surprise. "What?"
Alexander shrugged. "My father is the Director-General of GIS. He and Field Marshall Arlan set up a network—agents planted everywhere."
"Who do you have in the prosecution office?" Rain frowned, piecing it together before her eyes narrowed. "The Brown brothers?"
Alexander’s silence answered it.
"So, Prosecutor Karl Brown took the Obsidian Order case from on your father’s orders?" Rain’s tone was sharp.
"I heard it’s a complicated case. My father didn’t take it from you because he doubts you. He’s worried about your safety. The case is dangerous. Look at what happened when you took it back—you had a car accident." Alexander’s voice was steady, trying to keep his calm.
"Are you saying that if I had left the case with Prosecutor Brown, they wouldn’t have targeted him like they did to ?" Rain asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Karl’s been doing this for years, Rain. He knows how to handle dangerous cases. You’re dedicated, but you need to learn how to play it safe. This syndicate has eyes everywhere." Alexander pointed out, his voice firm.
Rain shrugged. She knew how to play dangerous gas too. Her eyes suddenly brightened as an idea ford in her mind. "I’m not dropping the case. Tell Prosecutor Brown to back off. I know exactly what to do now so those people won’t see as a threat."
"Seriously, Rain? Do you enjoy trouble that much?" Alexander’s voice was no longer calm, and Rain could sense the frustration behind his words.
"You do realize you’re acting like a real husband now, right?" Rain countered, tilting her head slightly. "You’re overly involved and protective when it cos to my work. And I know, I know... you’re going to say it’s because I’m your legal wife and this is how your father raised you."
Alexander’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing, his expression hardening.
"But I have my own principles, Alexander," Rain continued, her tone soft but firm. "I’m committed to my work because it’s not just a job—it’s my passion. I want to bring justice to those who can’t fight for it themselves. Yes, it’s dangerous, but if it’s your ti to leave this earth, then it’s your ti. People are bound to die; it’s just a question of when, where, and how, no matter what we do."
She t his eyes, unwavering. "I won’t live in fear just because danger’s knocking at the door. That’s not how I choose to live my life."
*****
anwhile, Tyron was casually enjoying his bubble tea when the phone on his desk rang.
"What?!" he burst out, answering it abruptly. It was the building’s security, informing Tyron that the Boss had unexpectedly arrived and was heading up to the elevators.
Tyron’s heart skipped a beat. "What? He’s here already?" he muttered, barely masking his surprise. In the next instant, he rushed toward the elevators. As soon as the doors slid open, his boss stepped out, his expression so dark it seed to cloud the entire hallway.
"Get every docunt from my office, now. And tell everyone there’s a eting in one hour!" Alexander barked before storming into his office and slamming the door shut.
"What’s going on?" Milet, the secretary, asked Tyron, wide-eyed.
Tyron shrugged. "We’re in code black, Milet. Move fast."
"What?!" Milet exclaid, scrambling to make the necessary calls.
Tyron shook his head, still trying to piece together what could’ve happened. His boss was wearing a casual shirt, which ant he’d co straight here after what was supposed to be a full day with Mrs. Lancaster. Did sothing go wrong?
"Did they fight?" Tyron mused to himself. Just as he was about to knock on Alexander’s door, his phone buzzed with a notification from his boss’s confidential email. He imdiately rushed back to his laptop to check.
It was from Chubby—he had sent the file. Without wasting ti, Tyron knocked and entered Alexander’s office.
"Boss, Chubby sent the file you requested."
Alexander, still visibly irritated, glanced up briefly before pulling his laptop closer. The sour mood lingered, especially after dropping Rain off at the prosecution office. She had insisted on going to work when she could’ve just rested at ho, ignoring the fact that he had cleared his entire schedule for her.
His jaw tightened as he muttered, "I can’t believe her!" The frustration in his voice slipped out without him realizing. Rain’s stubbornness was starting to wear on him, and the fact that she seed so fearless in the face of danger only added to his growing concern.
Shaking his head, Alexander opened the email and began scanning the files Chubby had sent. His eyes moved quickly across the screen, searching for the key details.
His eyes narrowed as he searched for one na in particular—his father’s. Finally, the file appeared. With a sharp click, he opened it.
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