Chapter: 1851

Rachel stood, placed the cushion back on the sofa, washed her hands, and then assisted Alberto to the elevator.

They soon reached the second floor.

“Mr. Gibson, about Sullivan Group's press conference today..." Rachel hesitated before bringing it up, knowing it might be her last chance to ask.

“Dewey informed me this morning." Alberto paused at his room's door, turning his wheelchair to face her. “There's a meeting tomorrow morning. I've found out who leaked the data."

Rachel's heart skipped a beat, her expression changing subtly. "And who is that?"

"It's late. We'll talk about it tomorrow," Alberto said firmly.

Rachel opened her mouth to ask further, but before she could, Alberto suddenly questioned, “You seem quite concerned about this issue, don't you?"

“After all, it's about whether all the effort we've put in recently will be for nothing," Rachel answered.

"You're new to the project team."

Alberto meant as someone new to the project, Rachel shouldn't be so concerned about the effort they had put in.

“Just because I'm new doesn't mean I'm not invested in the project."

Alberto's look seemed to pierce through her, as if trying to read her thoughts.

He looked away and said casually, “Alright. Get some rest early.”

Alberto then wheeled himself into his room and closed the door behind him, leaving Rachel alone in the hallway, lost in thought. After a while, she regained her composure and headed to her own room.

Sitting on her bed, Rachel thinks about Alberto's behavior towards her that evening.

If the leaking incident was thoroughly investigated, who would be held responsible? Did he discover that she was the one who leaked the information? But if it was found, Alberto wouldn't be so close to her tonight. He might have even confronted her.

Rachel lay down, her hands resting on her forehead, her mind racing with doubts about everyone on the team.

She couldn't figure out what Alberto was thinking, which meant she had to be ready for anything.

If she were to be exposed at tomorrow's meeting, she would need a convincing explanation to make Alberto believe her.

Lost in these thoughts, she struggled to fall asleep until late into the night.

The next morning, Rachel felt groggy, as if she were walking on clouds.

As soon as she went downstairs, a delightful aroma from the dining room. She looked over and saw that Dewey was bringing the breakfast on the table and happened to see her.

“Miss Bennet, you're up. Come have breakfast. I just warmed it up."

Rachel walked up to the table and looked at the breakfast on the table. "I didn't know you were such a good cook."

“I learned it when I was a child." Dewey scratched the back of his head in shyness. "Try it. See if it suits your taste."

“Sure."

Rachel sat down and took a bite of a sandwich. It was surprisingly good.

Impressed, she gave Dewey a thumbs up.

Later, Alberto entered the dining room in his wheelchair. Dewey placed Alberto's porridge on the table and then excused himself.

Rachel took a sip of coffee and said, "Good morning, Mr. Gibson."

"Good morning." He looked at her and asked casually, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You have dark circles under your eyes," Alberto added.

Rachel hastily set down her coffee and touched her eyes. "Is it that obvious?"

"No."

If it was not that obvious, how could he see it?

Seeing her concern about the dark circles, Alberto reassured her again, “They really aren't that noticeable."

“Comments Like that can easily upset women," Rachel said, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you upset?"

"No." Rachel took another sip of coffee and took a bite of sandwich.

After a while, Alberto asked, "Is the meeting today the reason for your insomnia?"

Rachel stopped eating and looked at him.