Aaron's expression darkened.
Upstairs.
Serena had just closed the door when she received a video call request from Director Thomas.
She quickly accepted the call.
“Serena, all your father’s antiques have been moved in. Take a look—” Director Thomas turned the phone to give her a view. “What do you think? The villa’s nice, right? Plus, it’s equipped with a climate control system. See for yourself.”
Seeing her father's antiques safely stored, Serena felt a wave of gratitude. “Thank you, Director Thomas.”
“No need to thank me, it’s the least I can do,” Director Thomas replied, then looked back at Serena through the screen. “By the way, Serena, when are you coming back? The restoration center can't do without you.”
Director Thomas wasn’t just flattering her.
Even though Serena had only spent a few days at the restoration center's mural department, everyone there, from the top manager to the regular restorers, couldn’t stop singing her praises, constantly asking when she'd return.
Serena replied, “I’ll be back as soon as I wrap things up here.”
“Hurry back, then.” Director Thomas urged, and they chatted about the research center for another half an hour before finally ending the call.
Serena held her phone, gazing out the window, silently hoping Rock would quickly find the whistleblower.
That way, she could leave Alderburg sooner.
Evening came.
Aaron was at home, which was a rare sight in the past.
Though Serena was surprised, she didn’t show it, quietly eating her dinner.
However, halfway through the meal, Aaron's phone rang, its tone unmistakably set for Cynthia Lynwood.
Serena looked down, sipping her soup with a faint, mocking smile.
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