Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 672

Leo kept his eyes glued to the tablet screen, muttering to himself, "I knew it... she definitely has ulterior motives."

Morgan's ears perked up, catching Rosalie's low grumbling through the audio feed.

"Ugh, at the end of the day, I only lived with Ruby for a few days. How am I supposed to know her that well?"

Rosalie pulled at her hair in frustration, quickly messing up her previously neat bun.

"But if I don't write something down, what's the difference between being stuck here and being back at that sweatshop, besides not doing manual labor? I just want a better life, is that too much to ask?"

She stomped her foot against the floor, complaining bitterly. Every movement highlighted her petty, opportunistic nature.

Realizing that Rosalie was just making a desperate, last-minute effort to secure a slightly more comfortable situation for herself, Morgan lost all interest in listening.

Beside him, Leo scoffed. "Who would have thought... that's what's actually going through her head. I remember Ruby went through hell to get her and Domingo out of that factory. Even Mr. Hargrove, a top-tier researcher, went undercover to do hard labor for days."

"You really can't judge a book by its cover. I wonder how Ruby would feel if she knew this woman was plotting behind her back."

Morgan rubbed his temples, glancing down at the surveillance feed. His gaze turned icy.

She was nothing but a manipulative, small-minded woman.

He locked the tablet screen. "Wake me when we get home."

With that, he leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes.

Leo immediately went quiet, shrinking into his corner of the car, terrified of making a sound that might disturb Morgan's nap.

Meanwhile, the woman they had both dismissed suddenly froze. The anxious expression completely vanished from her face.

She looked up, her gaze locking onto a top corner of the room. Unless you were looking for it, the faint, blinking red light of the camera was practically invisible.

Her expression hardened, and she immediately began searching the office in earnest.

The Blackwood Group... Domingo had mentioned it before falling asleep a few nights ago.

Rumor had it that this corporation had exploded in growth over the last two years, but the timing of their success always seemed incredibly shady.

Maybe... she could actually find something useful.

Rosalie bit her lip, her mind flashing back to how she had seen Ruby earlier that day.

Miss Ruby had genuinely wanted to help their family, and Rosalie had clearly seen the disgust in Ruby's eyes when dealing with that Mr. Blackwood. How could she ever betray her and side with a monster?

Rosalie sifted through the items rapidly, focusing her attention back on the bookcase.

This specific piece of furniture was a double-sided open shelf.

The side facing the room displayed elegant decorative pieces, while the inward-facing side was packed with books.

She couldn't help but feel suspicious of the arrangement.

After all, the rows of books looked brand new, as if they had never been touched.

Suddenly, her gaze locked onto something.

It was a book as thick and wide as a dictionary. Unlike the pristine volumes around it, its pages bore yellowed, worn edges from being repeatedly handled.

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