Chapter 19 Chapter Eighteen

Sarah woke up restless, with a sense of foreboding.She walked into the office with heavy steps.About ten o'clock, Jacob called her.His voice was unnatural, which added to her uneasiness.He said he wanted to see her after get off work and asked if he could stop by her place.Sarah replied that of course she could.She looked at the screen thoughtfully, but saw nothing.She heard Scarpirato's voice from her side, and when she looked up, she saw him standing not far from her, telling Arnott the deal she wanted to make.He explained a few words succinctly, and was about to turn to leave when he met Sarah's eyes.He looked into her eyes with a vague desire, a victorious air, that Sara was baffled by.He went back to his office and lit a cigar.She turned to the market display screen in front of her, broke the routine, and made a few trades for herself.

Nine times out of ten, careless transactions will pay off.When she was about to leave work, she found that she had lost £30,000.But she was relieved to see that familiar predictable movement.She told a gloating Arnott about her loss and left. There was a constant roar of traffic on Lower Thames Street.Sarah paused for a moment, then cut across the street.She walked to Chip Road and hailed a taxi. When she got home she found Jacob was waiting for her.He opened the door with his own key.Seeing her walk into the living room, a smile appeared on his face, but there seemed to be some concern hidden in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.After she made the tea, the two talked while drinking.After a while, he seemed to relax a bit, waiting for a natural pause in the conversation.

Jacob brushed his thick gray hair back with his hands.Sarah sat waiting for him to speak first.His face flushed slightly. There's still something on the tape.This Scarpirato has a lover.From what I can tell, he was with her last night.He's taking her to the south of France this weekend.He waved his hand. Of course, whether this is irrelevant or not, I can't say for sure.I just thought I should tell you.That's all.He went on quickly without giving her a chance to speak, and by the way, I've listened to all of Carla's tapes.Not much on it. He sat silently and saw her staring at his feet.She deliberately avoided his gaze, got up, walked to the other side of the room, stood by the table with rows of wine bottles, and poured two large glasses of whiskey.She handed him a glass without saying a word, then walked to the window and stood down, looking out of the window with her back turned to him.

She drank the wine in the glass in two gulps, coughed lightly, and felt a little more confident.Time passed by, and she still stood motionless. She couldn't analyze her feelings at the moment, and she couldn't rationally move away from the pain, shame, and feelings of betrayal.Betrayal is the most hateful thing.This made her angry and resentful.She thought of her own infidelity to others, but Scarpirato's infidelity to her aggravated her guilt towards Eddie.It was all for this she stood there, staring out the window, clutching the glass with one hand, the other hanging by her side.

Before her eyes were the gardens of Carlyle Square bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.Mrs. Jardin stood in the garden and watched the children play and chase on the lawn.Sarah gradually looked into the distance, feeling as if she was watching TV, watching, and gradually began to feel a little detached. Jacob got up from his chair and walked over to her, putting a hand lightly on her shoulder. I gotta go and see the guys tonight.call you tomorrow, ok? Sarah put a hand on his. Goodbye, Jacob.Have a nice evening.She watched him walk out of the room, then turned her gaze back to the square.Jacob closed the door with a click as he went out, and the room fell silent.

At 7:30 on Monday morning, Sarah passed through the security gate of Intercontinental Bank on time, walked across the trading floor, and walked to her trading desk.Pairs of eyes were still looking at her as usual, but this morning she didn't return them with the usual smile or cheery greeting.Without squinting, she walked straight to the trading desk where the signal lights automatically turned on.She sat down next to Arnott and nodded in his direction.He glanced at her.Although he is not sensitive to the behavior of others, he immediately notices that she is not the same as usual.He fumbled to speak to her.

Hey, how are you today? Sarah turned around, but he was tongue-tied.It seemed to him that a mask had been taken off her face.He wouldn't be so surprised if all he saw was an expressionless face.What he saw was a cold face, without any pretense or concealment.He quickly turned his face away and looked at the screen in front of him.She turned on her computer and began to operate on the keyboard, as if nothing happened. When Scarpirato arrived, he called them all to their morning meeting.Arnott walked slowly to the automatic coffee machine and got a cup of coffee.Sarah got up and walked into the conference room.Scarpirato let her go first, then went in himself.He sat down on the seat opposite Sara, and avoided her gaze as soon as he met her.There was contempt in her eyes, and her mouth was pursed in dissatisfaction.He stared intently at her face, blinked, then looked away.When he looked again after a while, there was no expression on her face.Arnott came in with coffee, and the tension eased.Wilson came rushing in after him, always last.The two sat down in their seats.Arnott took a cigarette from the pack in front of Sara and grinned at her in thanks.She forced a smile on her face.

Scarpirato cleared his throat and resumed his usual staccato speech.He gave a general overview of this week's business-leading ideas.Sarah didn't say a word after hearing this.After a few minutes, everyone came out.Sarah sat down at her trading desk, picked up the phone and got to work. She sat at the trading desk all day.At lunch Wilson bought her a sandwich from Burleigh's.It sat there all afternoon, warping a little. She was engrossed, buying and selling almost non-stop, building positions, making a few thousand pounds, then closing them out and starting all over again.In eight hours, she closely followed the changes in the market and made a total of 60,000 pounds.She told Arnott the amount she had earned and left work.She took a taxi back home, feeling a bit of cold satisfaction in her heart, and also began to feel a sense of relief.She knew that there was still a long way to go before the balance was restored, but at least she was on the right path now.

She had just entered the gate when the phone rang.She walked over mechanically and grabbed the phone.It's Scarpirato.Unexpected and somewhat annoying.She held the phone in her hand, paused, and then asked: What are you going to do? he laughed.She could tell it was pure faking, pretending to be familiar with the joke they both knew, pretending to be helpless at her sweetheart's little flaw.She almost slammed the phone down in anger. I wonder what happened.Why are you looking at me like that this morning?What am I doing wrong?The voice sounded like he had been greatly wronged. Sarah let out a slow, deep breath.She couldn't get along with him any longer.How could she know he was unfaithful anyway?Although he was lying, he was furious. Although he acted immorally, his words were not unpleasant, which made her in a dilemma.What do you get by being serious with a liar?Because he believed his own imagination and was a psychopathic liar.For the first time Sarah understood the true nature of this man, and she felt a rift between them, a rift she had been looking for.She felt a burst of relief all over her body.

I want you to come, I want to see you, to clear up this stupid thing. It didn't look like there was anything wrong with his benign teasing.Any unhappiness will melt away in his embrace.Sarah smiled.There will be no problem now.She thought she was just curious.He's crazy, mentally insane.If she could see through and understand better in her heart, things would be much simpler.He put down the phone and grabbed the car keys. At seven o'clock in the evening, the Intercontinental Bank's trading floor was empty.Matthew.Arnott was about to leave when the phone rang suddenly.He picked up the phone impatiently.

Arnott? What's up? I am Carl.Heinz.Come to my office for a while, will you? Matthew.Arnott walked across the trading floor, went outside, and climbed four flights of stairs to the bank's chief executive, Carl J.Heinz.The eighth floor where Kessler's office is located. Kessler was alone, and his secretary had come home from get off work.Arnott stood outside the office, and Kessler looked up and saw him, beckoning him in.Arnott sat across the glass desk across from Kessler. Kessler smiled, your friend brought me good news, very good news.The smile on his face disappeared immediately, but he had to be careful in front of these benefits.He reached under the trading desk, picked up his briefcase, put it on the table, opened it and took out something that looked like a pocket radio with an antenna. This is for your security, to detect bugs.I want you to use it to check around you, your house, Kara's house, even the trading desk. Arnott took that thing, what's the matter?It won't be a problem, will it? Kessler smiled, nothing, just being prepared.Our security staff advises us to conduct regular inspections of our most important offices and conference rooms.They gave me this little gadget and thought we might as well use it. How to use it? very simple.It has a wide receiving frequency band and can receive many different signals, just like a radio, but it can receive more signals.You turn it on and walk with it while turning the knob.You wear these earbuds, and if you can hear your surroundings through the earbuds, you know you're picking up a signal from a nearby bug.This is a light emitting diode.He pointed to the panel and said that if you move closer to the signal source, there are a few diodes that light up.The brighter it is, the closer you are to the bug.Wonderful, huh? Arnott nodded.Somehow, he didn't have the same enthusiasm as Kessler. Looks simple, let me give it a try. Kessler nodded in agreement: By the way, how about that girl named Jason? Arnott shrugged: still top-notch. Kessler laughed: I wouldn't worry about her. Arnott took the probe to his trading desk.He was a little puzzled and a little uneasy.He wondered if Kessler had other reasons besides caution.Was he overwrought, or was he out of inherent German caution? He turned the detector on, put the earbud in his right ear, and started turning the tuning knob, feeling a little silly.Suddenly, not one, but a row of LEDs lit up on the panel. Oh shit.Arnott grumbled.Immediately, the curse sound he had just heard came from the earplugs.His shock was no small matter, he felt bitter in his mouth, and panicked in his heart.There are bugs nearby.After a minute or two, he tracked down the adapter.He pulled it out with slightly trembling hands, and hurriedly put it into his briefcase.He slumped in a chair and sat there for half an hour.He wanted to call Kessler, but he didn't even dare to dial the number.His mind was in turmoil.It was a long while before he rose stiffly, went outside, and took a taxi back to Lower Thames Street. Half an hour later, he came to Kara.Apartments in Vaital.From the look on his face, she knew something was wrong.Hearing the voice, he was angry and afraid. My trading desk has been bugged.Kessler gave me a detector.He said he was prepared.I took it down and tried it, and I found this thing.As he spoke, he took out the adapter from his briefcase. Carla turned pale with fright: Did you tell him? Damn, not yet. Carla looked at him in astonishment and asked: What are you going to do? Arnott looked at her nervously.I have no idea.He took out the detector, turned it on, and started turning around the room.In just three minutes, they discovered that Kara had also been bugged here. Arnott's eyes widened as he spoke, and I wondered who had been to this place the other day. Carla turned, put her hands on her hips, and yelled at him: "Oh my God, I can't remember." Arnott walked up to her and pushed her to sit on the sofa behind him. Well, let's start with the most recent and work our way forward.He sat on the chair opposite her, staring at her, not to lie. She looked at him, my cleaning lady, Maria, my girlfriend, Angelica, my boyfriend, Moreau, and a girlfriend, Jeongmi.a table Stop for a moment.Arnott interrupted her and said, what Zhengmei? Masami Matsumoto, you've seen her.she is she is sarahJason's friend.I overheard Jason calling her two days ago.Arnott grabbed Carla, pulled her up, gripped her arm, and yelled at her. It was Jason the son of a bitch.She eavesdropped on me in the bank, and Zhengmei came to you to install the bug.Oh my gosh, Carla.He let go, scratching his head with both hands anxiously. Carla brought a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the wine table on the other side of the room.She poured half a glass into each of the two glasses, then mixed it with water, handed Arnott a glass, and asked him to sit on the sofa next to her.The two were relatively speechless and drank silently for a while, and then Kara poured wine into the glass again. Why?Why did Jason and Zhengmei want to eavesdrop on us? Arnott felt anger welling up.He tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and slowly uttered a somewhat distorted sentence: How the hell did I know? What shall we do then?Carla's high-pitched voice annoyed him.He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the ground, went to Jason and Matsumoto, and that was it.He got out the phone book and looked up Sarah's address. The Mercedes blazed into Carlyle Square.Arnott yanked the car over to the side of the road, dragged Carla out of the car, and began pounding Sarah.Jason's door.He knocked for ten minutes and found no one, so he had no choice but to give up.Can only wait for tomorrow.Go to the office tomorrow to settle accounts with this stinky woman. He turned to Kara, where does Masami Matsumoto live? Hayes Street.she said timidly.Arnott turned the car onto King's Road and sped off towards Mayfair.Ten minutes later, he braked the car abruptly, and the creaking sound broke the silence of the small street. He pushed open the door and pushed hard, shaking the car.He strode to the other side of the car, pulled Kara out, and shoved her to the front of Matsumoto's apartment.The whiskey he'd just had had gotten him going, and he was tugging at her with one hand while he banged on the door with the other. Masami Matsumoto's cream-painted room is cool and pleasant.She is sitting on the sofa at the moment reading a book and enjoying Mahler's Tenth Symphony.She looked up towards the door in surprise, and heard a knock louder than the music.She got up and went into the hall, stopping at the door to look out through the peephole.She saw Arnott, pale and angry, banging on the door, yelling to let him in, and Carla, obviously drunk.She felt frightened and felt a tug in her heart.She stood still for a while.Arnott was still banging on the door, yelling at her to let him in.There's no need to hide anymore.He could hear the music inside, he would know she was at home, and if he wanted to find her, he would find her sooner or later.Might as well be earlier.She thought to herself that he couldn't produce any evidence.She would keep her cool and deny it.She lied perfectly.She worked up her courage, opened the door, and glared at Arnott sullenly. You know what good you did? Arnott pushed her into the house.She let out a small cry of surprise.He followed her into the living room, pushed her to the sofa and sat down, then sat across from her, and began to question her like a cannonball.Carla shrank to one side, leaning against the wall. You know why we are here.He started out relatively calmly. Matsumoto stared at him, I have no idea why you guys are here.You forced your way in.Your date is drunk and you're furious and yelling.I want you to explain why. Arnott slowed down his tone, and his words were very careful, you and Jason, and your bugs.The two of you are in collusion, and I want to know why. Matsumoto laughed: You're talking nonsense, Arnott.Are you looking for trouble? Arnott stared at her, then deliberately stood up, walked in front of her, grabbed her arm, and dragged her up.Then he withdrew his right hand, clenched his fist, and slammed into her face.She leaned back.He let her fall, then dragged her back up and punched her hard again.Kara watched from the side with a blank expression.Arnott paused briefly, asked the question again, and punched again. Half an hour later, Matsumoto spat bloody saliva into the handkerchief and began to say: It was all Sara's idea.She was terrified.She thought you were jealous of her and wanted her fired.She wants to protect herself and find some privacy from you.He also wanted to eavesdrop on Kara, thinking that would give him more privacy. Arnott's head was buzzing and he felt out of breath, but he was still listening. Is this the reason?jealous? Matsumoto nodded. So it's just you two?Nothing to do with the police? Matsumoto seized the opportunity to catch his breath: the police?No, it has nothing to do with them.No one else knew but me and Sarah. Atat walked up to her and held her arm tightly: You better not play tricks on me. After watching him leave, Matsumoto collapsed on the sofa. After Arnott and Kara got into the car, they drove away.Arnott felt as if he had let out a bad breath.His judgment was not wrong at all.He didn't like that stinky woman Jensen from day one.He has always been wary of her, and she is very tricky and jealous.Now she's to blame, he smiled smugly.The sky cannot fall.He can control the situation and reduce losses.Jason and Matsumoto couldn't be allowed to tell what they had discovered.There is no need to involve others.If Jason and Matsumoto were sensible people, they wouldn't make it public.In this matter, he must be infallible. He took Carla to Onslow Square, dragged her up the steps, into her room, and sat her on the bed.He turned on the dictaphone on her nightstand and asked her to talk to him.When he felt tired, he set off for his lodgings in Holland Park. After his anger subsided, he felt a little scared.He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and fell asleep in a daze when it was almost dawn