Rediscovering Odette のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Odette’s footsteps echoed against the quiet streets as she left the restaurant, her mind spinning with Anton’s revelations. The chill of the January night bit at her skin, but she barely felt it. She clutched her coat tighter, replaying his words about Daisy, his family, and the danger she now realized had always been lurking in the shadows.She hadn’t wanted to believe him—part of her still didn’t—but the urgency in his voice and the weight in his eyes were hard to ignore. She had spent years hating Anton for leaving her, for breaking her heart and vanishing without a trace. Yet, sitting across from him tonight, she’d glimpsed something raw and real. He wasn’t just the cocky billionaire she had painted him to be in her mind. He was a man with scars, carrying a burden he couldn’t yet put down.As she neared her apartment, the uneasy feeling of being watched returned. She glanced over her shoulder, but the street behind her was empty, save for the faint hum of a passing car. Shaking of

The tension in the air at Claude’s office was palpable the next morning. The Rosier project team bustled about, their focus on finalizing designs for an upcoming presentation. But beneath the surface, Odette felt the weight of unspoken suspicions. Anton’s warning about a second mole lingered in her mind, sharpening her paranoia.She sat at her desk, scrolling through her emails, her thoughts racing. Every colleague she interacted with seemed like a potential suspect. Doug, her easygoing friend, was unusually quiet. Daisy, as expected, was smiling too much and lingering near Anton’s office. Even Claude seemed more frazzled than usual, snapping at assistants and pacing during phone calls.Odette needed clarity. And she needed to act.Later that afternoon, Odette slipped into the quiet corner of the building where she and Anton had spoken the previous day. She sent him a quick text:I’m in. What’s the plan?Anton arrived within minutes, his movements brisk but calm. His silver-grey eyes

Odette stared at her phone, her breath catching in her throat. The anonymous text glared back at her, its cryptic warning igniting a storm of unease. Her fingers hovered over the screen as she debated whether to show the message to Anton. After all, wasn’t he the one always insisting that she was in danger?But another part of her hesitated. What if Anton wasn’t the only one watching her? What if this was a warning from someone inside Claude’s firm?As the evening deepened, Odette decided to let it rest for now. She tucked her phone into her bag and drove home, her mind buzzing with questions.The next morning, Odette entered the office with an air of determination. Daisy was gone, but the threat wasn’t. And if there was another mole in the firm, she needed to figure out who it was before they caused any more damage.She approached Doug’s desk, her usual smile in place despite the anxiety churning inside her. “Morning, Doug. Got a minute?”Doug looked up, his face betraying a flicker

Odette stood outside Anton’s suite, her heart pounding. The stakes were higher than ever, but as she lifted her hand to knock, she couldn’t deny the pull she felt toward him—an undeniable current of emotions she couldn’t untangle.Before she could knock, the door opened. Anton stood there, his usual calm demeanor replaced with an edge of tension. His silver-grey eyes met hers, softening slightly as he stepped aside to let her in.“You got here fast,” he said, closing the door behind her.“You didn’t give me much of a choice,” she replied, her voice clipped.Anton ran a hand through his white-blond hair, a rare sign of frustration. “We have to figure out who’s behind this, Odette. It’s not just about the project anymore. They’re targeting us—both of us.”Odette dropped her bag onto the couch, crossing her arms. “I get that, Anton. But what are we supposed to do? Sit around and wait for them to make the next move?”“No,” Anton said, stepping closer. “We take control. We’ve already got D

The clock ticked past midnight, but Odette couldn’t sleep. She lay in bed, staring at the faint glow of the city lights through her window, her mind racing with everything Doug had revealed. The Sokolovs had infiltrated her workplace, and now they were using Doug as a pawn to sabotage Anton’s empire—and by extension, her career.A sudden vibration from her phone broke the silence, jolting her upright. She grabbed it, her breath catching when she saw the message.Come to the office now. It’s urgent.It was from Doug.Her stomach twisted with unease, but she didn’t hesitate. She quickly dressed and grabbed her keys, ignoring Amerie’s half-asleep inquiry from the other room.The office was eerily quiet when she arrived. The usual hum of the city outside seemed muted, the shadows in the building longer and darker than usual. Odette made her way to the design department, her heels clicking against the polished floor.When she reached Doug’s desk, it was empty.“Doug?” she called softly, he