All Too Late

The problem was that outsiders couldn’t have found out about that, unless someone in the group

leaked it.

“If I told you that I have nothing to do with this corporation you mentioned, would you believe me?”

Gizem asked coldly.

Charles stared at her icily. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?”

Gizem knitted her brows.

“These days, I’ve received a lot of information about you.” Charles narrowed his eyes. “They all show

that you are heavily associated with Axeworth Corporation. How do you explain that?”

Gizem snickered. “Information can be misleading.”

“My intelligence network has never made mistakes,” Charles said confidently. “Do you know how much

information I have? Plenty, just like snowflakes.”

Gizem frowned.

“It seems that you’re not exactly welcomed in Axeworth Corporation,” he mocked.

Gizem’s brows furrowed again. She didn’t want to answer that.

Charles cast her a cold glance. “I’ll just ask you one thing.”

Gizem’s long eyelashes trembled. “What?”

“What’s your master’s name?” Charles inquired sternly. “Five years ago, did he bring a woman home?”

Gizem was rather stumped.

This man knows my master!

“I don’t know anything.” She fiddled with her fingers. “I lost my memory.”

Lost her memory?

Charles didn’t buy that. “That’s a lame excuse.”

Right then, Gizem tore off her hyper-realistic mask, revealing the scorched face underneath. “Five

years ago, I was unconscious. I was trapped in a fire, and my face got burned. When they were trying

to save me, something hit my head. I might have woken up, but I lost my memory. Happy now?”

Charles stared at Gizem’s face in shock.

She snapped at him, “I have nothing else to say to you! Leave!”

Charles felt awkward indeed.

With a horrifying face like that, life must have been difficult for her.

After a moment’s hesitation, Charles turned to leave.

Gizem breathed a sigh of relief.

Her face could certainly turn many people away.

She took out her phone and called her master.

“Giz, why are you calling me at this hour?” the old man grumbled.

“Master, I want to ask you something. Who leaked my information?” Gizem was enraged. “It’s barely

been ten days since I came to Chanaea. Now, Samuel and Charles both know about my connection

with Axeworth Corporation!”

Her master frowned. “How did they find out?”

“I’m not sure about Samuel, but Charles told me that someone had leaked it to him on purpose,” Gizem

said. “Master, if this goes on, I might have to go back. It’s dangerous for me to stay here in

Jadeborough!”

She knew that Samuel and Charles had been looking for information about Axeworth Corporation all

these years.

However, this time, she had been tricked.

“You can’t come back now,” her master said, frowning. “You haven’t finished your mission.”

“Ha!” Gizem chuckled bitterly. “How can I proceed like this? You might as well wait around to collect my

corpse!”

Her master furrowed his brows. “Don’t panic. I’ll send someone to look into this.”

“Fine. I’ll give you three days,” she said, still upset. “If you can’t find out anything, I’m coming back. I’ll

clear out the pests myself!”

After that, she hung up.

Her master realized that she was really crossed.

“Come in,” he commanded in a low voice.

A man entered.

He was Zack Hoffman, one of the old man’s apprentices.

“Get someone to investigate and find out who released information about Gizem. Catch the traitor and

don’t let them off.”

“Understood.” Zack nodded.

“You may leave now,” said the old man.

“Master, Raymond’s here,” Zack reminded him.

The master narrowed his eyes. “Tell him to come in.”

Zack nodded, then turned to leave.

A moment later, Raymond came in.

“It’s been a long time, Old Mr. Hoover.” Raymond flashed a half-smile.

Hoover was the old man’s last name.

However, everyone in the entire Axeworth Corporation referred to him as their leader.

Others like Gizem and Zack would call him “Master.”

Therefore, no one outside of Axeworth Corporation knew about the last name of Axeworth

Corporation’s leader.

Theodore Hoover looked at Raymond meaningfully. “What’s your business here? Haven’t I told you that

I can’t cure your sickness? Just wait for death, will you?”

“Haha!” Raymond laughed. “Back then, I thought I was marked for death as well, but the heavens

allowed me to live a few more years. Now, I’m fit as a fiddle. It seems that they aren’t ready to take me

yet.”

Theodore snorted. “Don’t be so cheeky. They might change their mind tomorrow.”

Raymond’s lips curled up into a smile. “Old Mr. Hoover, I’ve received news.”

“What kind of news?” Theodore peered at his visitor.

“I heard that five years ago, you brought back an unconscious woman.” Raymond observed Theodore’s

wrinkly face, hoping to spot some clues.

Theodore frowned. “Says who?”

“That’s not important,” Raymond said slowly. “Kathleen suddenly died five years ago, but Charles

hasn’t visited her grave at all. Don’t you find that odd?”

“Don’t you know that recollection stirs emotions?” Theodore asked mockingly. “Oh, I forgot.”

“Forgot what?” Raymond asked with curiosity.

“You don’t have emotions!” Theodore sneered at him. “Back then, you saw potential in Kathleen and

forced her to marry one of your two sons. You even poisoned Charles to hold her back. Charles doesn’t

know anything about that, right? When he eventually finds out, do you think you can still live?”

Raymond scoffed, “You know lots of things, huh?”

“Haha!” Theodore laughed. “Both our organizations are on the same land. For so many years, we might

not be on good terms, but we don’t have bad blood either. Today, you come to confront me about

something so baseless. How do you think I’d feel?”