Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 80: Little Rebel

Despite the fact that Sasha had spoken to him, the man’s eyes were pinned on the vase she held.

Very faintly, a smile appeared on his rigid face.

So she found it, she actually knew what it was, Andrew thought, his gaze on Anne becoming more profound.

It seemed she was much smarter than he gave her credit for. Somehow, that pleased him immensely. That was because he knew people, when silent and meek, would be mistaken to be weak, but once they took their stand, they were more formidable than the ones who revealed unmatchable power from the start.

This meek little woman could be quite harmless and even perceived as dense at first, but when pushed to a tight corner, she could actually become this rebellious, standing up fiercely for herself without backing down.

He couldn’t picture this little woman—whose face was more adorable than it was feisty in any way—to turn into an endearing little rebel.

No matter how he looked at it, he found himself liking it immensely.

The mere fact that she held that vase made something he only felt whenever he closed a huge deal well inside of him—pride.

Anne raised her calm gaze to meet Andrew’s. She stopped short when she saw the small smile hanging on his lips.

He knew she’d figured it out, and he actually looked pleased about it?

Was he on her side?

That thought caused a small flutter to thrill through her chest.

Her gaze remained locked to his for a moment longer as a small smile made its way onto her lips as well.

There seemed to be an air between them that no one else in this palace-like space could understand before she pulled her gaze away and turned to Sasha.

"You’re right, this vase will act like my live witness. After all, it’s the only thing present in that room when the ring was stolen."

"Pfft!" A burst of laughter sounded from Sasha and other maids around who found the notion utterly hilarious.

"Is the vase going to magically start talking to testify for you?" The mockery on Sasha’s face now was even more potent.

It was just too easy dealing with dumb people. They walk right into the trap you set for them like clueless little fools. She really shouldn’t have disturbed her Mistress—she could have easily handled this one without any hitches.

Anne placed the vase down onto a glass table, tilted it here and there before she seemed to find whatever she was looking for. She removed all the flowers from the vase and retrieved something extremely small from inside it.

Sasha narrowed her eyes to be able to see what Anne was fiddling with on that vase.

When Anne held the mini chip in her hand, she smiled.

Kristen, I have you to thank for this one.

Kristen used to be a highly tech-savvy youth. If it weren’t for him and all of his fiddling around with tech, she wouldn’t have known what this was.

Standing up, she turned to Donald.

"Do you have tools? I’ll be needing a laptop as well," she said to him.

Donald perked up, not knowing what she was doing but deciding to trust the process.

"What kind of tools do you need specifically?" he asked.

Anne went on to list the tools she needed to put apart the laptop so she could insert the chip.

Donald hurried away to get everything she asked for, feeling a strange excitement.

Sasha rolled her eyes, not convinced one bit that Anne could possibly do anything.

Andrew, however, revealed a slight trace of astonishment within his dark eyes.

Was she actually planning on inserting the chip herself?

The fact that she’d found the chip was astonishing in itself—the almost invisible device was melded into the vase in a way that others wouldn’t be able to know it was there. When he saw her retrieve the chip from the vase, he’d thought that she would ask for his help putting it to use. He didn’t expect she would attempt to do it herself.

Did she really know what that was? One wrong mistake and the chip, along with everything in it so far, would be destroyed without a trace.

Andrew knew he should stop her before she’d destroy this rare chip, but something compelled him to watch and see what she’d do.

Donald returned with everything she asked for, and she pulled the laptop onto her lap as she sat down and began to disassemble it like a pro.

Andrew couldn’t help but watch keenly. Had she done this before?

There was a firm concentration on her face. She handled the tiny chip very carefully that Andrew was almost convinced she’d worked with it before—but it was impossible, because this chip was created by D.S Science Lab. It was a very rare version of its kind, with the latest artificial intelligence model installed within it.

When she raised her head with a relieved smile on her face, Andrew figured she’d done it.

He looked down at his watch, noting that she’d taken approximately sixteen minutes to insert the chip.

His gaze became even more contemplative. Many pros had taken the exact same amount of time—or even much longer—to affix the chip. People trained in the field professionally. How had she gotten this skill?

She switched on the laptop and kept it on the table for all to see, working through it with rapid speed, and not long after, a clip of his bedroom began to play.

There was a reason that specific vase had been kept empty for a long time. It wasn’t just because he disliked flowers but because the D.S chip was affixed into it.

The chip wasn’t just a micro camera that captured movements and detected actions—it was the tiniest device that stored a lot of Andrew’s secret dealings.

It shouldn’t be in her hands, but somehow he left it with her.

Soon, everyone present in the room began to see a footage playing through the laptop. It was a familiar space all knew to be Master Andrew’s bedroom.

Seeing it, astonishment began to color everyone’s faces.

There were CCTV cameras in special places inside the estate, but not in bedrooms—never in bedrooms. And even if Master Andrew had installed a CCTV camera, it would be seen whenever they were cleaning. But no one had ever seen a CCTV in his room. So how had she gotten this footage?

Anne stood up and faced Sasha once more.

"Do you still think I can’t prove that I didn’t take the ring?"

As Sasha watched the footage playing—reaching the part when she had entered Andrew’s room quietly—her face turned paler and paler.

How had she gotten this footage?

How?

She’d looked carefully. There wasn’t even a single camera in Master Andrew’s room. If there had been one, she wouldn’t have acted rashly.

Just as the clip began to play to the part where Sasha was cleaning the room, wiping surfaces as a ruse, the ongoing video suddenly began to glitch and lag, and then stopped completely.

A deep frown suddenly pulled Andrew’s rigid brows together.

Relief flooded into Sasha at once.

This thing, whatever it was, it wasn’t a reliable CCTV camera—which meant the footage could be lost easily.

The screen had gone completely blank, then turned on again showing no trace of the footage being watched a while ago. The relief Sasha felt rose higher as she raised her chin confidently.

"What do you want to prove? Listen, even if you play some secret footage here, it’s only going to show that you stole the ring! Do you think everyone here is stupid? You made a show of playing a footage and then sabotaged it so it wouldn’t show the part you actually stole the ring—just so everyone here would think you’re innocent since you’re willing to play a few seconds clip. Stop trying to fool us all, you’re a disgusting thief!" Sasha yelled in Anne’s face, feeling triumph rising inside her massively.

There had never been a mission that she, Sasha, couldn’t complete. This backstreet lowlife girl seeking to steal the position of First Mrs. Sterling from her Mistress would never be able to win against her. Of that, she was absolutely certain.