I didn’t know if I should feel insulted or proud of those words, but it was somewhere along the line of in between.
"Go ahead, run it," Jenna dared me. "You might find out I’m right unless the data isn’t wiped already."
I eyed her closely, trying to figure out why she was deeply set on this.
"How does this help your situation?"
"It doesn’t." She leaned away from her seat and rested her arms on the table. "It’s been this struggle for years, and no matter what I do, I can’t trace anything back to them."
"How convenient."
"It’s not. It’s like chasing a castle in the sky. It would have been easier with Elias King, but with Ares? He’s the personification of a devil. No matter what, the Devil knows how to sin."
"Enough..."
"Daniel Stone."
I froze.
"You know him, right? I ran a background check on him when I found some photos of you two during Midnight College. You must’ve been close."
"You ran a background check on him?"
"Yes, because there was intel he crossed the Devil, and trust me, you don’t wanna end up in his radar. I’m risking everything just meeting you."
"The Devil..." I chuckled. "We call him that because of his mean ways in handling business. Isn’t all businessmen a devil at some point?"
"The Devil..." she stated heavily. "You don’t wanna know the true meaning of that name in the Underworld."
My smile slowly faded. She sounded almost afraid but tried to hide it with a brave expression.
"You may be his wife, but a made man values his empire more than anything."
Is she trying to say Ares is a danger to me?
I’ve had enough. I fished out my phone from my bag and snapped the file, flipping the pages until I got everything.
Jenna released a sharp sigh and ran a hand through her hair. "I had a feeling it was gonna end like this. What are you gonna do? Turn me in."
"Thinking about it."
"You won’t?"
"Not if you stop investigating King Corp."
"I’m a reporter. I dig up the facts and put them on air for the world to see."
"Then pick up another, there are plenty of dishes in Midnight. Have you tried the travel agency? I heard there was something shifty going on there."
"This is years of my work. I can’t let it go."
For some reason, it sounded more personal.
"Cops investigate things like this. And if the Corp is smuggling as you claimed, then they’d have caught a whiff of it."
"You don’t understand."
"Everything so far smells fabricated. I did not come here for a wild goose chase." I grabbed my handbag and pushed to my feet to leave.
"It’s not fabricated!"
I halted my steps and faced her.
"I mentioned Daniel Stone. Aren’t you worried whether he’s even alive?"
"Are you saying Ares hurt Daniel?" I questioned in disbelief. "He doesn’t even know who that is or cares. I’m leaving."
"I thought someone ran those for you, honey."
"Yes, you can."
But why here? He had his own coffee shop next to the company.
I’m just being paranoid.
I need to calm down. There was no need to panic, but it felt like I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t.
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