Chapter 122


    Just now, one of the guys went downstairs to grab takeout, and he saw someone who looked a helluva


    lot like Arabe heading into the private elevator. From the back, it’s got to be her.


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    Mr. Charlie was kind of freaked out, so he decided to check the surveince cameras at the front


    entrance.


    If Arabe really did swing by, the cameras would have definitely caught her on tape!


    While one of the dudes was busy pulling up the CCTV footage, Arabe whipped out her phone,


    deleted all the surveince footage of her entering the building, and then started recording their every


    move


    “Mr. Charlie, if Arabe really did drop by and she found out about the stuff we’re producing, what do


    we do then?” One guy asked, worried that Arabe might start digging into their business.


    “The way she’s snooping around, it won’t be long before all our dirtyundry is aired in public!”


    “Are we going to lose our jobs over this?”


    “If Arabe finds out about our screw–ups, it’s not just our jobs that would be on the line; we might even


    get sued!”


    Mr. Charlie, hearing their chatter, let out a snide chuckle: “If someone happened to get into a car


    ident or some other mishap on their way to or from work, we can’t be med it’s just their crappy


    luck.”


    The guys were freaked out by his insinuation. Was Mr. Charlie implying that if Arabe saw something


    she shouldn’t have, he might resort to drastic measures? But Arabe was sent from HQ; what if


    there’s more to her than they know?


    A little whileter, the guy who went to check the surveince came back and said, “Mr. Charlie,


    Arabe didn’t drop by tonight. That dude probably just saw it wrong. “Looks like we freaked out for


    nothing. What are we waiting for, then? Let’s get back to work!”


    “I nearly had a heart attack, thinking Arabe had actually shown up. I even worried she might have


    A group of five or six guys turned off the lights and got ready to leave.


    Just then, Arabe’s phone buzzed a few times. It was call from Romeo.


    Her phone’s recording was abruptly interrupted.


    Mr. Charlie, as if he heard something, asked sharply, “Whose phone was just vibrating?”


    “No.”


    Everyone fumbled for their phones. All quiet.


    Arabe quickly hung up on Romeo, put her phone on silent, and texted him, “Busy now, let’s catch up


    Romeo replied, “Okay.” He initially thought she might have run into some trouble, but it seems he was


    overthinking.


    Mr. Charlie listened carefully, but there were no more sounds. Did he imagine it?


    “Mr. Charlie, you’re being too paranoid! That girl’s got you all jumpy! Haha.”


    “This warehouse isn’t that big. If someone was hiding in here, we would’ve found them by now.”


    They leftughing, dragging Mr. Charlie along.


    The warehouse door was shut.


    A glimmer of gloom shed in Arabe’s eyes. It seemed their secrets were even deeper than she


    thought..


    The warehouse was pitch ck.


    But Arabe didn’t immediately leave. She chose to stay on the crossbeam, waiting.


    The lights outside were bright, casting a few shadows at the entrance of the warehouse. Beams of light


    spilled through the cracks of the door, illuminating patches on the ground.