Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 676 Mysterious Man

Sometimes, Matteo really admired Ainsley's acumen.

She could always detect something that no one else could.

Matteo nodded, his eyebrow slightly raised as he observed Ainsley. "You don't already have a plan, do you?"

Ainsley shook her head. "No, I'm not that good yet. But maybe we can try to flush out tire snake."

A smile tugged at the comer of Matteo's lips. "You mean, find out what he's up to by testing him, right?"

Ainsley chuckled and playfully looked at him. "Seems like my cousin is the one who understands me the best."

This matter was still not suitable tor others to know.

1 lence, Ainsley decided to send Luna home before they delved into the details.

Matteo, however, seemed a bit reluctant. "You sent her away, but what will we eat tor lunch?"

Ainsley cleared her throat and calmly responded, "The food at Exquisite Building is not bad. 1'11 have it delivered

later."

Having exchanged enough banter, it was time for them to get down to business.

Both Ainsley and Matteo grew serious.

Ainsley dialed Daniel's phone number and put it on speaker, waiting in silence for him to answer.

The first call went unanswered.

Ainsley exchanged a glance with Matteo. Undeterred, she dialed again.

This time, Daniel picked up the call quickly.

Ainsley breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could say anything, she heard Daniel's voice filled with displeasure,

questioning her, "Why didn't you come to treat me as agreed? Have you forgotten our contract?"

Ainsley replied, her tone composed, "Of course, I remember."

In truth, she simply didn't want to go to that oppressive mansion. Stepping into it made it hard for her to breathe.

Ainsley continued, "You're not my only patient, and your symptoms are the mildest, so I prioritized others."

Matteo's expression mirrored the unpleasantness in Daniel's voice. If it weren't for Ainsley's insistence, he would

have wanted to confront Daniel directly and throw the company shares at him.

However, Ainsley couldn't be bothered with his attitude. Before Daniel could react further, she swiftly shifted the

conversation to the topic she wanted to address. "I have something to ask you."

Daniel's attention was successfully diverted. "What is it?"

"When you and Irene framed Lainey and recorded her, who did you give the video to?"

"You're referring to the leaked video?" Daniel replied without hesitation, "What does that have to do with me? You

don't think T leaked the video, do you?"

Ainsley sneered at his response. "Isn't it?"

Daniel's voice grew lower and more threatening, "Don't make baseless accusations. That video has nothing to do

with me. You better come and treat me as soon as possible, or don't blame me for taking extreme

measures."

Unwilling to listen to his threats any longer, Ainsley promptly hung up the call.

The so-called extreme measures was nothing more than using the contract against her, taking away something she

held dear.

As she ended the call, Ainsley's hands trembled involuntarily. She didn't believe Daniel's denial, but even if he was

the mastermind behind it all, what could she do?

A few minutes later, a text message appeared on Ainsley's phone.

The sender was unknown, and the number unidentified. The message read, [Daniel met the mysterious person and

handed over a hard drive.]

Seeing the change in Ainsley's expression, Matteo took her phone and read the message. His own expression

turned serious as well.

[ He lied to you earlier. ]

Ainsley smiled contemptuously. "I won't believe a word he says."

"But who could have sent you this message?"

"As many people want to stop us from uncovering the truth, there are just as many who hope we do uncover it.

Those powerful people treat human lives as garbage, but they will eventually pay the price."

A sudden thought crossed Ainsley's mind, and she asked with a solemn tone, "How many people did you send to

Leonard's place?"

"About five or six people."

"Not enough. I suspect they won't leave any room for error."

Exhaustion began to wear on Ainsley, evident in her eyes. The consecutive events had drained her completely.

However, until the matter was resolved, she knew she had to hold on.

"I tried to contact Grace, but it was futile. Her agent was adamant and refused to communicate. Did you really see

her?" Matteo inquired.

Ainsley nodded with certainty. "It was her, without a doubt. That face, I could never forget it."

Grace's face was highly recognizable, and Ainsley wouldn't mistake it. Especially on the day she discovered her

connection to her father's death, Ainsley had studied Grace's photo extensively. The memory of that face remained

vivid in her mind.

Moreover, she had spoken to Grace, leaving no room for doubt.

"It is certain that Grace knows those people. But what was she doing there?" Matteo mused.

"Regardless, I must meet Grace and find out what happened that day," Ainsley declared with determination.

Matteo understood the significance of this matter to Ainsley.

"Okay, I will try to contact her."

The next day, at lire entrance of the Wade Group.

"I'm sorry, but you can't go in without an appointment," the receptionist girl calmly refused the former senior

manager.

Samuel widened his eyes in astonishment, flunking he had misheard. "Are you new here? Didn't Human-Resource

provide you with the list of company personnel?"

The receptionist girl lowered her head, continuing her work, and gave a perfunctory reply, "They did."

"Then you should know who I am," Samuel's face turned grim.

Unperturbed, the receptionist girl raised her head, meeting his gaze. "Sir, you have been removed from the Wade

Group. Therefore, you no longer have access to the building."

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Samuel erupted, shouting, "Nonsense! I am one of the shareholders of the

Wade Group. You say I've been removed? I'll tell you today, I don't accept it!"

The receptionist looked at him as if she was looking at a psychopath.

How could this person behave like a thug when he went mad?

Nevertheless, she maintained her professional demeanor. Even when faced with an unruly customer, she could only

smile politely.

"Sir, please don't make a scene inside the building. If you continue to make trouble, I will call security."

To be confronted by just a receptionist and threatened at that Samuel, accustomed to a life of luxury', was instantly

infuriated.

I le abandoned any trace of gentlemanly demeanor and began hurling insults at the young girl.

"Who do you think you are, you fucking bitch? How dare you talk to me like this? Believe me, I can ruin your career

with just a word!"

Unfazed by his outburst, the receptionist girl calmly reached for her phone and dialed the security's emergency

number.

"There's a person causing a disturbance in the lobby. Please come quickly."

The security arrived promptly, witnessing Samuel's disruptive behavior. They approached him and restrained him,

holding his arms behind his back.

Samuel screamed in pain, unable to utter another harsh word.

The receptionist girl discreetly took a photo and sent it to a group chat, captioning it, "Look, this is a defeated

rooster."