A Clue,

Ella is sitting casually in her father's office – Alan Smith. The room is spacious and has a living room. Much different from her workspace.

Ella was opening her laptop, and she was reading some reports that came in her email. For the past few days, she had enlisted the help of an informant to monitor all of Neville and Marioline's movements.

"Hmmm..?" 

Ella muttered for the umpteenth time, and she massaged the bridge of her nose. She had not received any information from the informant hired by her.

The door office room opened, Alan Smith had just entered. He had just finished a meeting with representatives of Huxley Corp.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Ella asked, knowing that her father's face was no better than her tired face.

"You know what, Ella? The partnership with your husband is coming to an end. Thomas sent someone to try to persuade me to continue the partnership," Alan explained and sat down beside his daughter.