Cora was sitting on the sofa. She watched Hannah, looking pale and sick, cling to the wall for support as she descended the stairs. Cora snorted derisively and


    turned her head away.


    If she weren''t so worried about Hannah tattling, she would have let a few sarcasticments fly.


    Hannah noticed Cora''s expression but didn''t have the energy to care. She ate a simple breakfast and took a taxi to the office.


    As she entered the lobby of the Keystone Group, the receptionist called out to her.


    "Ms. Green, a Mr. Cooper dropped this off for you this morning. He said it was the bag you left behind yesterday."


    The receptionist handed her the purse.


    Hannah recognized it immediately as the one she''d left at the restaurant.


    She hesitated for a moment before taking it. "Thank you. Did he... did he say anything else?"


    The receptionist shook her head. "No, that was it."


    Hannah thanked her again and carried the bag up to her office.


    The moment she set it down, she noticed a piece of paper tucked inside.


    It was a yellow sticky note, shaped like a sunflower petal-the custom stationery from the orphanage.


    Hannah swallowed hard. After a few seconds of hesitation, her trembling fingers pulled out the note.


    “Hannah, Mr. Lancaster would like to see you," Yves'' assistant said, appearing at her door.


    "Okay."


    Hannah quickly shoved the unopened note into her pocket, stood up, and followed him upstairs.


    In the office, Yves was staring grimly at hisputer screen. He looked up as the door opened.


    "Mr. Lancaster, you wanted to see me?"


    Yves turned the monitor towards her. It was disying the security footage from the elevator.


    "Who is this man?" he asked, pausing the video and pointing to Jason. "Why do you look so afraid of him?"


    A sh of surprise crossed Hannah''s face. She couldn''t understand why Yves was suddenly investigating this.


    She sped her hands in herp. "He''s the director of my old orphanage. I


    haven''t seen him in a very long time, so I was just... startled."


    Yves'' sharp eyes studied her pale, exhausted face. "Did he do something to you?"


    Hannah shook her head, her lips pressing together instinctively.


    "Hannah, you don''t have to be afraid here. If something is wrong, I wilk help you. You just have to tell me." Yves could see the faint color of her lips and her weary expression, she was clearly hiding something.


    "He showed up unexpectedly yesterday, so we went out to eat. But I had an urgent mattere up and had to leave. I must have left my bag at the restaurant, which had my keys. My phone died, so I walked home. It started pouring halfway, so I got a little wet. That''s alb."


    Hannah forced a weak smile.


    It wasn''t that she was ashamed of her past, she just didn''t want to relive it.


    Seeing her unwillingness to talk, Yves didn''t push any further.


    "I''m d to hear it was nothing serious. My phone is on 24/7. If you ever need anything, you can call me anytime. He closed the surveince footede "If you''re not feeling well, don''t force yourself. You can go to the break room to rest instead of going home."


    "Okay."


    As the door closed behind her, Yves'' expression hardened. He took a screenshot


    of Jason''s face and sent it to his assistant.


    [Inform security. This man is not allowed on Keystone Group property.]


    The assistant saved the photo and immediately ryed the order.


    Hannah stepped into the elevator, leaning against the cool wall for support. She pulled the note from her pocket and unfolded it.