When I exited the elevator, Matthew froze. Immediately after, he reverted to his usual self and smiled. He exchanged a few words with the woman and sent her to the elevator without introducing her to me.

I couldn't help but take a second look at the woman. She seemed elegant, intellectual, and full of dignity. Our eyes met, and the woman grinned at me as the elevator doors closed.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"A client," Matthew simply answered, then held shoulders. "Where’d you go?"

It seemed he still cared about my whereabouts. His question revealed that he knew I was out. I smiled and glanced at him mischievously. "I won't tell you."

On the other hand, Johnson didn't return to the company building until it was time to get off work. The following day, he secretly passed me the information I asked for. The look on his face was indescribable.

"Chlo… I… Please don't make things too difficult for me. I…"

I knew what he wanted to say. He feared I would report his misdeeds and Matthew