Chapter: 1847

"By tomorrow afternoon at the latest. Is that feasible?" Alberto inquired.

"No problem." Although Ivan was sidelined in the company, he still wielded some influence. Investigating an individual wasn't a daunting task for him. There was little time left, but he was confident in his ability to deliver, so he agreed without any hesitation.

As dusk was settling in, Rachel returned from her work.

From a distance, she noticed the courtyard lights shining brightly.

Remembering Alberto's message from the morning, she quickened her steps towards the courtyard.

Entering the courtyard, Rachel saw Alberto seated in the living room, engrossed in something.

The moment Rachel stepped inside, a subtle floral fragrance greeted her. She realized that the usual woody scent surrounding Alberto had been replaced by a warmer, floral aroma.

Alberto looked up at her entrance. "You're back."

"Yes..." Rachel hesitated, her lips pressing together briefly. She had left in haste that morning without a proper goodbye. “Have you had dinner yet, Mr. Gibson?"

“Yes, I have." His voice was even, betraying no emotion.

“That's good. Has Dewey left?" Feeling it might be awkward to head upstairs, Rachel changed into her indoor shoes and joined him in the living room, taking a seat on the sofa.

“He's already gone." Alberto's fingers moved across his tablet, seemingly reviewing some documents.

"Oh... Okay." Glancing at Alberto from the corner of her eye, Rachel searched for another topic. Her gaze landed on a cup on the table, prompting her to ask with a slight frown, "Mr. Gibson, did you have a visitor today?"

Alberto shifted his gaze from the tablet to Rachel, his expression unreadable.

She pointed at the cup. Dewey usually carried his own vacuum cup, and Alberto favored his own as well. This particular cup, typically tucked away in the cupboard, was now conspicuously on the table.

"Yes, someone came by for a work report," Alberto replied briefly, acknowledging the cup Ivan had used.

"I see..." The conversation seemed to stall again.

Their relationship was strictly professional; Rachel knew better than to pry into the specifics of his visitor's report.

"I've reviewed the data analysis you sent." Before Rachel could steer the conversation elsewhere, Alberto spoke up.

Rachel turned to him, noticing he was extending the tablet to her.

“I've marked the errors and noted down the correct formulas and analysis logic. You might want to review these."

"Already?" she murmured under her breath.

Alberto didn't catch her comment. "What was that?"

She shook her head with a smile. "Nothing. I'll take a close look at it. Thank you."