“I’m on it,” Vincent replied without hesitation. He thought, “Since Ms. Miller is so certain, there must be something shady going on at Rosepoly Group.”

Aubree watched Vincent leave. According to her past memories, it was right around this time that a worker at a Rosepoly Group site fell to his death from a height due to substandard safety equipment.

The incident immediately drew intense media scrutiny, and the victim’s family protested vehemently for quite some time.

To quell the scandal, Ronald threw Rosepoly Group’s director under the bus and paid off the victim’s family to hush up the matter.

Aubree couldn’t recall exactly which construction site it had happened at, but if she could get ahead of this, even if she couldn’t cripple the Wilson Group, she could at least give them a massive headache.

With that in mind, Aubree called Birgitte again. “Birgitte, contact the media and leak that Rosepoly Group, under the Wilson Group, disregards workers’ lives. Their executives are embezzling funds for safety equipment and substituting shoddy materials.”

Birgitte said something on the other end, and Aubree replied, “We don’t have concrete proof yet, but it will come.”

In the end, Aubree said, “Good, make it happen.”

No sooner had Aubree hung up than a WhatsApp message from Bowen popped up on her screen.

Bowen said: Caesar just found something new.

Aubree: What is it?

Bowen: Last time, when your bid for independent status didn’t go through, Caesar started digging for more on the Wilson family. And he found something.

Bowen: I think it’s better to discuss this in person.

Bowen: I’ve arranged for Kelvin to pick you up.

Aubree replied: Okay.

Even though she couldn’t see Bowen’s expression, just reading his messages gave her an inexplicable sense of heaviness.

She had a sinking feeling that this discovery might not be good news for her.

Aubree’s heart sank even further, this nagging unease lingering until Kelvin escorted her to the Turner Group’s reception lounge.

When she arrived, Bowen and Caesar were already there waiting for her.

Bowen sat with his brows furrowed, his expression unreadable. Caesar, as always, looked stern and unyielding.

“Miss Miller, please take a look at this photo first.” As soon as she sat down, Caesar slid a photograph in front of her.

The background of the photo was the very orphanage where Aubree had grown up. She recognized it instantly; it was that group photo that Yahya, the head of their orphanage, had arranged for a photographer to take of all the children.

But something was off in this version; two extra figures were standing in the corner, their backs turned, quietly watching the group.

One was Grandma Ethel, and the other… Aubree rubbed her temples. So familiar. Where have I seen this person before? Oh, right. She came to the orphanage once. But back then, she was wearing a mask and sunglasses, and she couldn’t make out her face.

Bowen looked at her, a trace of sympathy flickering in his eyes. “Aubree, you know this person.”

He pointed at the figure in the photo.

Aubree’s heart plummeted. “I know who it is,” she realized.

Caesar produced another photo, a frontal shot of a woman wearing a mask and sunglasses.

In the past, Aubree might not have recognized her, but now, Aubree shut her eyes briefly and said, “She…”

Caesar nodded and continued, “Miss Miller, you were abducted at age five, but no one knows what happened during the abduction. You ended up in an orphanage, which was not in Rithol City. It only relocated here later. In the third year after the orphanage moved to Rithol City, when you were ten, Alice had already found your whereabouts.

“But strangely, she kept this information to herself. Within the Wilson family, only she knew you were in Rithol City, and she visited you at the orphanage once.”

Alice knew I was in the orphanage. She had known all along, Aubree thought.

This news left Aubree with mixed emotions. Confusion flashed in her eyes. “So was I just abandoned?”