?Chapter 1245:


    She believed the Barrett family remained under the Harper family’s control, with no prospect of breaking free.<fnd274> Latest content published on ?ovelFind</fnd274>


    Escape seemed the only way forward, and had it not been for Brenna’s request to keep an eye on Alec, she might have already left the family.


    Later, as Isabe approached the bathroom, she caught the faint murmur of Alec’s voice from within. He was likely on a phone call.


    “Alright, I’ll head there tomorrow,” Alec whispered, his words cloaked in caution. Unable to discern who was on the other end of the line or the purpose of Alec’s ns, Isabe lingered, her curiosity piqued. After a while, Alec’s voice came again.


    “What if she sold it?”


    Momentster, Alec added, “Understood, I’ll get to the bottom of it.”


    Once the call concluded, Isabe quietly retreated to her room, acting as if she had just stepped out when Alec emerged from the bathroom.


    Seeing Isabe, Alec raised an eyebrow. “What time is it? Why are you still awake? You’ve got work tomorrow; you should sleep early.”


    “Okay,” Isabe said, her tone calm.


    After stepping out of the bathroom, Isabe didn’t dare risk calling Brenna from her room. Instead, she opted to send her a message.


    The next morning, Isabe shadowed Alec, who, instead of heading to work, lingered at a café near the towering Mitchell Group building.


    Trying to stay out of sight, Isabe positioned herself at a restaurant across from the café, her eyes fixed on Alec through the window.


    Alec made several calls as the morning wore on. By noon, Gracie appeared, joining him at the café.


    Their meeting was brief, barely thirty minutes, before they both departed. Isabe then went into the café, where a male server greeted her at the entrance, slipping a small recording device into her hand.


    “Thank you,” Isabe said warmly, pressing some money into his palm before leaving with the device.


    Back at the restaurant, Isabe dialed Brenna. “I’ve got their conversation recorded. How should I give the recording device to you?”


    “I’ll send my secretary to pick it up,” Brenna replied.


    “Ipensated the server with a thousand for assisting in obtaining the recording,” Isabe said.


    “Got it,” Brenna replied, her tone calm.


    After the call, Brenna summoned Lorna to her office. “Head to Pris Restaurant. Isabe will hand you something there.”


    She then handed Lorna a thick bundle of cash. “Give this to her.”


    Lorna nced at the stack, no less than ten thousand dors, then took it without hesitation. “I’ll go there now.”


    In just over ten minutes, Brenna had the recording device in her hands.


    Listening to it, Brenna uncovered that Gracie was also working for Rosie. Suddenly, Brenna understood Gracie’s recent strange behavior; Rosie had been behind this all along.


    .


    .


    .