Chapter 97

Caleb stood by the desk and looked at Tyrone uncertainly. "Mr. Elkin, Ms. Sutton refused to come. She insists she isn't the spy."

He paused and sighed. "I can tell Ms. Sutton is very angry and disappointed. Do you want to go and talk to her?"

In fact, they both knew that Heather wasn't the spy. Tyrone had his reasons for doing what he had done, but no matter what, they had already come to this point.

Tyrone paused mid-writing, frowned, and said, "Understood."

Was that it? Even Caleb, who was usually the best at understanding Tyrone, couldn't grasp what he meant.

Seeing Tyrone continue with his work, seemingly not planning to say anything else, Caleb didn't dare disturb him further and quietly left.

Tyrone glanced at the documents. Heather had quite a temper; she had even refused to come back. It would make her more spoiled if he went to her. It would be better to wait for her to return to her senses.

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That night, Heather slept restlessly. She had a dream. Documents we