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However, although Ian felt something was very wrong, it was not the same for others who did not know the actual situation.

They were delighted by the director, Olga Marie, who announced the lifting of the alert.

"Finally, we have investigated the matter thoroughly!"

"Yes, now I can rest assured!"

Hearing the surroundings becoming noisy, the timid Mashu was frightened and stopped immediately.

She was kneeling on the ground with white hair hanging from the corners of her mouth, holding the huge object that had not been cleaned yet, and looking at Ian nervously.

"Senior, what should we do now..."

"Stop for now." Ian rubbed Matthew's head.

"You've worked hard."

Although she felt bad for not finishing the task, Matthew still quickly got up as Ian said.

She sat back down next to the man, lowered her head, and gently wiped the marks on her mouth with a tissue.

Ian held her hand and told her not to be so nervous;

On the other side, he looked towards the front of the conference room.

His mind was still echoing with the words that Olga Marie had just said.

Knowing everything, he couldn't accept this explanation.

Is the content of the meeting going to end here with this unreasonable explanation?

This is indeed the case.

As the young director said "adjournment" and began to pack up his things to leave, the meeting was finally over.

Absolutely not.

Ian's head was buzzing with thoughts. After seeing Olga Marie leave the conference room, the man made a prompt decision and took action.

"Mashu, I have something to do so I have to leave for a while."

"Say something to Ritsuka and Mordred for me!"

"Okay, okay."

Mashu wiped her mouth, recalling the taste, and looked at Ian who was walking away with a worried look on her face.

"…Did something bad happen again?"

Because Matthew had shown him the way once before, Ian knew exactly where Olga Marie's office was.

He headed in that direction all the way, not daring to slack off at all.

At this moment, he had to immediately find out what the investigation that had lasted for nearly a month was all about.

When your mind is thinking about something, your steps will respond and become lighter.

After a while, Ian arrived at the door of the director's office.

The door number plate above is still polished to a bright shine.

But this is not what we should focus on now - the right thing to do is to find Olga Marie as soon as possible.

However, things once again went in a direction that Ian had never expected.

Ian was about to push the door, but found that it felt light to the touch.

The man reacted immediately—Olga Marie didn’t lock the door!

This isn't normal behavior.

This is especially true for the young director at this moment.

This proved that she was in such a hurry to get back to her office that she didn't even notice the ridiculous thing that the door was not locked.

"..."

Ian began to feel a little worried.

It’s not that he cared about Olga Marie that much, but this was just too abnormal.

First, there were findings that were completely inconsistent with the facts;

And now he is in a hurry to get back to the office.

Ian would never believe that the young director had not encountered any trouble.

but--

If I interrupt her now, I'm afraid I won't know anything.

Then just sneak a peek inside through the open door.

Ian is not a man of high moral standards, nor is he the kind of gentleman who would cancel his actions because of guilt.

This man will do anything without hesitation as long as it can help him achieve his goals.

With the help of Olga Marie's open door, Ian began to quietly peek into the room.

But the scene that came into his eyes made him stunned.

I saw that the young director had put aside the orange noble coat he usually wore, and the red stockings on his legs were thrown crookedly on the ground.

At this moment, she was only wearing a white dress.

The proud figure that is never revealed on weekdays is now fully displayed.

This scene made Ian take a deep breath.

After all, what attracts people's attention most about Olga Marie on weekdays is the seriousness and anxiety that emanates from her inside out.

Now, she has the beautiful aura that should be possessed by her age.

But this is just the beginning, and more unexpected things are yet to come.

Just as Ian was wondering why Olga Marie rushed back to the office in such a hurry and took off her clothes like this.

The young director immediately revealed the answer to him.

Olga Marie stretched out her hand and opened the cabinet in front of her.

She rummaged around inside for a while and then took out something that shocked her eyes - it was a small pink oval-shaped object connected to a switch by a thin rope.

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No, wait!

Is that... jumping?

Olga Marie rushed back to her office in such a hurry just to use this jump?

Ian felt that his brain was hit by an unprecedented impact.

He realized that he seemed to have stumbled upon something that was not appropriate to stumble upon.

Click.

Olga Marie turned on a switch that looked easy to touch by mistake.

Buzz buzz buzz~——a sound came.

Looking at the thing vibrating in front of her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uh...hmm."

Her hand reached for her garden spot.

As Olga Marie's moans echoed in the room.

Little by little.

The little pink thing was stuffed in like that.

Olga Marie turned on the switch again with shaking hands.

Her body began to tremble, and her whole body seemed to be twisted.

Ian would not mistake this performance.

Oh, she was just comforting herself.

but--

Ian always felt that something was wrong.

Before he could figure out what was going on, Olga Marie reached into the cabinet and began to grope around again, her body trembling.

Another small thing appeared in her hand.

Ian's eyes widened—another one?

As the man looked on in amazement, Olga Marie did the same.

But it's not over yet.

Three, four, five

Ian just watched as Olga Marie stuffed them all in.

As a buzzing sound several times louder than just now echoed in the office, the director, who was usually decisive and efficient, slumped down in his chair, his whole body shaking.

This should have been an extremely shameful scene, but Ian noticed something was wrong.

Olga Marie...

He didn't seem to be excited about this kind of thing, but rather looked a little disappointed.

This is unusual.

After all, whether to stuff one or several can essentially be understood as Olga Marie's personal preference.

The worst explanation is that Star Language is strong and therefore used more frequently.

but--

He made this expression while using it.

This was the first time Ian had seen this.

It seems better not to disturb her today - at least not now.

But fate didn't seem to want Ian to get away so easily.

Just as he was about to leave, the cell phone in his pocket made a sound.

That's a reminder of new information.

The sound, which is normal at ordinary times, seems like a death warrant at this moment.

Olga Marie in the room suddenly became alert.

"Who?!"

"Who's out there?!"

"..."

Ian knew that this time he couldn't pretend he hadn't seen anything.

After all, if Olga Marie investigated, the fact that he had been here and then ran away would definitely be discovered.

no way.

You can only go in according to your original opportunity.

"It's me, Chief."

"I have something to ask you."

Olga Marie still didn't realize that she hadn't even closed the door.

But she knew clearly that it would be bad if Ian stayed outside the door for too long.

Time was running out, and the young director didn't even have time to take out the jump machines, so he could only turn them off temporarily.

She hurriedly picked up her coat to cover herself, pretending nothing had happened, and then called Ian who was outside the door.

"Well, come in."