Chapter: 1835

Why hadn't Alberto mention his discomfort?

Regardless, he assured Rachel, "Don't worry, Miss Bennet. He left Apliaria for treatment, and the doctor said he was recovering well."

"He saw a doctor?" Rachel probed.

"Yes, and he handled some business along the way," Dewey replied.

Pursing her Lips, Rachel acknowledged the information. “Okay, I see.

I'm really pressed for time. I've got to run now.”

Dewey nodded, bidding her farewell.

Yet, just as she took a couple of steps, she abruptly turned back, asking, “Will Mr. Gibson stay in the villa tonight?"

“Of course, he will."

“Alright, thank you."

With that, she finally made her exit.

Dewey just couldn't wrap his head around why she wanted to know if Alberto would be spending the night there. He stood there for some seconds pondering what she might be planning before returning to Alberto.

“What was that all about?" Alberto asked.

"Nothing, really. She was just being a bit weird with her question."

Dewey's brows furrowed at this.

Intrigued, Alberto pressed, "And what's the weird question?"

"She wanted to know if you'd be spending the night here in the villa,"

Dewey revealed, his thoughts visibly at work. “Sir, do you think she's got something important to discuss with you? Do you think she wants to run a new idea by you? Perhaps project-related, or maybe she's onto what we've been working on?"

Alberto gave Dewey a glance, but maintained silence.

*

After about ten minutes of brisk walking, Rachel finally reached the studio.

Ascending the stairs, she approached the office door. However, just as her hand touched the doorknob, she overheard a conversation from within.

“Are you responsible for that, Klein?"

Rachel pushed the door ajar and found the atmosphere in the spacious office to be stiflingly tense. Karen forcefully placed the tablet on Klein's meticulously organized desk. Occupants of nearby cubicles cast intricate glances in Klein's direction.