The following day, Xavier hurriedly knocked on Jasperâs office door at the Beckett Group, announcing.â
Mr. Beckett, you wanted me to look into-Argh!â
Xavier trailed off with a scream. It was too late to stop Jasper, who was seated on the table and casually lifting a pastry out of the dirty box.
With a satisfied crunch, Jasper took a massive bite of the pastry and scrunched up his eyes in enjoyment.
âOh god! How could you eat the food you picked from the trashcan?â Xavier warned him.
âOnly the box is dirty. The pastries are fine,â Jasper replied nonchalantly as he took another bite.
The pastries tasted delightful, but too bad they werenât for him.
Bitterness welled up inside him. He had once been dismissive of Alyssaâs daily efforts in crafting these desserts. Now, he found himself rummaging through the trash can just to get a taste. How did he get to this point?
âGo ahead. Howâs the investigation?â Jasper put away the remaining pastries and questioned leisurely.
âAhem. After using both carrots and sticks, the owner of the verified account offered up an important clue!
âDonât beat around the bush.â
âHe said he received the photos of the wedding venue through an anonymous message. He claimed he was only a messenger who had no idea about the leaker.â
âHow did you spend your free time?â Jasper looked up coldly.
âHuh?â Xavier was taken aback.
âYou donât seem to have made any progress. All youâve managed to gather is nonsense,â Jasper chastised him, âIs this the clue youâve got? You havenât even figured out the culprit. I think we should give out your bonus to those who need it more.â
âHold on! I have received the account of the leaker, but I didnât have time to look into it because Iâm here reporting to you! Iâll work on it now!â Xavier paled at the threat of a bonus deduction as he was saving up.
âGive me that account. Iâll handle it myself,â Jasper beckoned.
âI-Itâs not a big deal. You donât have to-â
Surprisingly, everyone collectively volunteered to cancel their break to work and make up for the loss.
When everyone left the meeting, Sean closed the door after checking that no one was out there.
âMs. Alyssa, why didnât you mention the mole in the meeting?â He frowned puzzledly. âIf you put pressure on them, I could catch their expressions. We might find out who the mole is.â
âTsk. Youâre naive.â She rested her hand on the leather armrest and swiveled her chair. âThe news has already spread. The culprit must have expected me to bring it up in the meeting. But I chose not to. I even pretended not to care, just to unsettle them.â
Sean was amused by Alyssaâs unconventional ideas.
ey wanted.
âSince the leak has happened, there is no point pressuring the culprit. They have gotten what they A cunning gleam sparkled in her eyes. âWe need to trick them into putting down their guard, thinking that the storm has passed. Then, weâll set the bait.â
âIâll check the surveillance footage for any suspects near the wedding venue. Iâll also investigate the account that leaked the photos to gather some information on the leaker!â
Alyssa narrowed her eyes. âSure. Go.â