After Divorce She Becomes the Billionaire Heiress (Sylvia and Cyril) novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: The Mole

It was around mealtime, and th1/3

Chapter 136: The Mole

ere were plenty of empty taxis outside the hotel. Sylvia had just hailed one and was about to get in when someone stopped the door from closing. She looked up and saw Cyril.

Without giving Sylvia a chance to speak, Cyril squeezed into the car as well and gave driver an address.

“What are you doing?” Sylvia asked.

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Cyril couldn’t possibly be so broke that he couldn’t even afford a cab ride and had to freeload with her, right?

But as it turned out, Cyril’s destination was the same as Sylvia’s.

“There’s a mole in the company, and I’m here to deal with it. But it seems it’s not just my company; yours seems to have the same problem,” Cyril said, explaining why he had- hitched a ride with Sylvia.

Sylvia was taken aback. When she heard the term “mole,” her mind immediately jumped to Inglee. After all, the whole thing about coming to France was Inglee’s idea, so there might be a connection

“If there’s a mole in your company, why don’t you just take a cab yourself? Why tag along with me?” Sylvia asked.

“If I take a cab, it’ll draw more attention. They might be on guard. Following you, they won’t suspect much. And if you feel I’m causing you trouble, I’ll treat you to dinner later as compensation,” Cyril replied with impeccable manners, but Sylvia wasn’t having any of it. Dining together would only complicate things further.

“No need. I can afford the cab fare. Consider it payment for the intel you provided,” Sylvia said, closing her eyes, opting not to engage further with Cyril. Having to share a car with him was already irritating enough.

She could feel Cyril’s gaz

could feel Cyril’s gaze on her, intense and affectionate. But Sylvia found it ridiculous What gave him the right to look at her like that?

Fortunately, their destination wasn’t far. A few minutes later, they arrived. Sylvia got out and glanced around. Through the window of a nearby café, she spotted Inglee, confirming her suspicions.

“I’ve received reliable information that there’s a mole in our company. Though not in top management, they’re in a mid–level position. They’ve been selling company models and

Chapter 136: The Mole

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confidential files to other companies at high prices. I initially suspected your company, but it seems not,” Cyril explained his suspicions, rooted in their strained relationship and that of their respective bosses.

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. Suspecting their company of selling confidential files to hers was quite a leap.

“Any other thoughts?” Sylvia asked.

“Selling to another company or sent by another company,” Cyril calmly shared all his speculations with Sylvia, based on plausible scenarios.

Sylvia nodded. If she were in his shoes, she’d probably make similar assumptions.

“Well, if we both have matters to attend to, I won’t disturb you further. I’ll go see why she’s here,” Sylvia smiled at Cyril before leisurely heading towards the café.

She spotted Inglee, who may or may not have seen her. It was probably Inglee’s first time doing something like this, so she was extra cautious, glancing around frequently but failing to notice Sylvia.

Until Sylvia approached, startling her.

“What are you doing here?” Sylvia asked, disappointed to find only two cups of coffee and their phones on the table. She had hoped for an exchange of information, but apparently, it was nothing of the sort. Cyril also left in another direction.

Seemingly panicked, Inglee hurriedly paid for the coffee and grabbed the man’s wrist, intending to leave together. But he kept his eyes fixed on Sylvia, showing reluctance to depart.

Sylvia couldn’t ignore the man’s gaze, too intense and suggestive to ignore.

“Looks like your friend here isn’t keen on leaving. Making a new friend is nice, but I don’t appreciate treacherous ones,” Sylvia remarked with a smile, making Inglee even paler. She didn’t care what the man thought; she dragged him away from the café.

Seeing them leave, Sylvia narrowed her eyes and sneered at the coffee on their table.

She took out her phone, about to report the situation to her big brother, when she noticed a

message from Bruce three minutes ago, warning her about Inglee’s recent activities, suspecting her of mischief.

willingness to humble herself, it was evident there was more to their relationship. Sylvia couldn’t be bothered to dwell further; she hadn’t expected Inglee to reveal her true colors on the very first day in France. But what came next would surely be even more intriguing.

“If I take a cab, it’ll draw more attention. They might be on guard. Following you, they won’t suspect much. And if you feel I’m causing you trouble, I’ll treat you to dinner later as compensation,” Cyril replied with impeccable manners, but Sylvia wasn’t having any of it. Dining together would only complicate things further.

Fortunately, their destination wasn’t far. A few minutes later, they arrived. Sylvia got out and glanced around. Through the window of a nearby café, she spotted Inglee, confirming her suspicions.

“Selling to another company or sent by another company,” Cyril calmly shared all his speculations with Sylvia, based on plausible scenarios.