Chapter 17

This was the third time Kenneth had noticed Annabel's unusual interest in Morse Group. He paused at the study's entrance, observing her erect posture under the desk lamp. The pen in her hand made sharp marks on the paper. It didn't look like she was analyzing data, but more like she was dissecting an enemy. "Looking at Morse Group's reports again?" Kenneth walked in with a glass of hot milk, deliberately making his footsteps more audible. Annabel's fingers trembled almost imperceptibly. She closed the folder in a swift motion. "Just a routine analysis," she said, taking the glass with a flawless smile. "I just want to know our future competitor in advance." Kenneth didn't expose her lie. Over the past three months, she'd studied Morse Group far more than any other company. Sometimes, she would even stay up until dawn. But whenever he asked about it, she would quickly change the subject, especially after that one-sided encounter in Baloria. "Don't stay up too late. There's an