Hence, there was no point in taking the bull by its horns any longer. We could only think of another approach.
After thinking for a moment, I decided to take my leave. "Don't pressure yourself too much. Give yourself some time. Also, I've been here for too long. If I don't go now, Serene and Eddison will come find me. I'll take my leave first," I said.
As I spoke, I stood up and walked out. Hendrix followed me. "I'll have Evan take you home."
"He doesn't have to. I came with Mullen," I told him.
I smiled as I rejected Hendrix's offer. I tiptoed and gave him a light kiss on the lips. Then I turned around, opened the door and left.
Before entering the elevator, I could see his gloomy eyes following me.
I returned to the car and immediately instructed Mullen to drive, "Make a round."
Hearing this, Mullen glanced at me in surprise. Having met my expressionless face, she pondered for a moment, then revved the engine.
Five minutes later, I returned to the Roberts Group again.
However, this time, Mullen had intentionally parked the car out of the sight of the surveillance cameras. She switched off the headlights and we sat in the darkness. From where our car was parked, we could watch the people who entered and left the building distinctively all without being discovered.
Once the car came to a stop, I rolled down the window and fixed my gaze on the revolving door.
Perhaps Mullen was slightly bored with my plans of spying on my husband. Hence, she lit a cigarette, placed one hand on the door, and puffed out the smoke. She looked unbothered as she leaned back into the seat.
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