After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 308 Leslie Also Has Remarkable Memory

As Richie was lost in thought, Isabel had already stopped typing.

"All done," Isabel said, turning to look at Richie.

Done?

Richie froze for a moment.

Was that it? Had she only managed to remember up to this point?

Although she hadn't recalled everything, it was still incredibly impressive.

Richie looked at the screen.

In the next instant, his eyes widened in disbelief.

It was everything!

Aside from a few minor differences in some adjectives, it was nearly a perfect 99% accurate.

She remembered everything!

And she'd only glanced at it for a moment?

She...

Suddenly, a memory from ten years ago flashed in Richie's mind.

Little Leslie, playful as ever, had torn up his homework to make a paper boat. When their parents found out, they made her apologize.

But instead of apologizing, she ran back to her room. After a short while, she came back holding the workbook, handing it to him.

"Well, I rewrote it for you."

At the time, little Leslie was only in first grade, while he was in the upper grades of elementary school-there was no way she could have done his homework. But when he opened the homework book, he was stunned!

She rewrote everything, and even mimicked his handwriting-almost identical.

It was only later that he learned little Leslie had a remarkable memory, one that was nearly photographic.

Seeing Richie staring at the assignment in shock, Isabel couldn't help but laugh.

"You don't need to be so surprised. I've always had a good memory. It's just natural, nothing I can do about it."

Isabel said this to lighten the mood, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she saw Richie suddenly look up at her.

He fixed his gaze on her, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions that she couldn't quite place.

Isabel blinked, then blinked again. "Uh, you ... What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

She raised a hand and wiped her face, but didn't find anything.

Could it be something on her face?

At the thought, Isabel's ears turned pink.

"No," Richie replied, pulling himself together and sighing.

Isabel could tell that Richie had something on his mind, but it seemed like he wasn't ready to talk about it.

"I'll go make some tea," the female assistant said, using it as an excuse to head toward the door.

"Stop." Richie's voice stopped her in her tracks.

A cold sweat trickled down the assistant's back as she turned, struggling to maintain her composure under Richie's gaze.

"Mr. Pearce, is there something you need?"

Richie glanced at the laptop in front of him, his meaning clear.

The assistant swallowed nervously.

She couldn't admit it. She absolutely couldn't.

"Did you do this?" Richie's question sounded more like a statement.

The assistant was so terrified that she nearly forgot to breathe. "Mr. Pearce, you've misunderstood! It wasn't me, really! This data took you all moming to organize. Why would I do something like that? I have no

reason to!"

The assistant spoke as she glanced at Isabel, "She was the only one in the office earlier, and I even warned her not to touch your computer."noveldrama

"So, you're saying you suspect her?" Richie asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I-I don't suspect anything. I was just

making a guess," the assistant stammered. "But don't you find it strange? Why would she bother remembering all that? M-maybe she deliberately memorized it, then deleted the files on purpose. She tried to argue, desperation creeping into her voice.

"Deliberately deleted? Are you saying you have a reason to suspect her?" Richie asked, his expression

unreadable as he continued to fix his dark penetrating gaze on the assistant.