Chapter 41; You've been missed In a rental store, Elsie rented a laptop for an hour. It was a short amount of time to accomplish a lot, and she hoped her husband wouldn't notice her disappearance. The store boy offered her his private room for a price. Elsie cracked her knuckles and stretched her arms out of habit. The laptop turned on, displaying a background photo of Trickson Dale in a beautiful sundress. Elsie couldn't help but scoff. "When I'm done with you, Trix, you won't know what hit you. You'll be begging on your knees, kissing my feet, and asking for my help." As her fingers quickly ran over the keyboard, she logged into her account on the website Dark-HorseMen, a platform where hackers find jobs and get paid. Elsie hadn't logged in for over seven years, so the new features were strange to her. There were more hackers on the web, but she was still the most wanted of all. She hadn't even been online for two minutes, and she already had over twenty job

Chapter 43; You are my fairytale At this point, April could not think of a way out. She desperately wished to have lunch with her brother, but unfortunately, she had to leave. In the end, she clenched her teeth, folding her hands as she offered her apology. "I'm sorry for the disturbance I caused. I will take my leave now, but before I go, can I say goodbye to my nephew?" The manager, observing the situation, could see through April's insincere apology. He understood that she was only trying to save herself from further embarrassment. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he responded, "Fine." April awkwardly handed the chair over to the manager and sluggishly made her way over to Eldon. Her intention was to stall for as much time as possible, hoping that Aiden would return so she wouldn't have to leave. April contemplated asking Elsie about Aiden's whereabouts, but deep down, she knew that Elsie, being a cunning woman, would not reveal the truth. Suppressing

Chapter 45: What Will I Gain from This Exchange? At this point, Joseph Lawrence raised his head and accused, "Which Cryptess? She has been off the network for almost a decade now. How can you contact her? Do you think if I could contact her, I would get you?" Everyone knew that Cryptess, after hacking into the most impossible system ever built and winning the "Queen of Hacking" title, went offline and never returned. Some rumors said she had died, while others said she got married and had a family – that she wanted a life away from the dark web. No one could locate where she was, nor any of her highly skilled hacker friends. Quickly, he responded, his chest rising and falling. "Cryptess is back online. She logged in recently, and I have her personal contact. We are friends online; she will do this," he admitted, his voice trembling. "Alright," Aiden scoffed coldly. He took to his feet, adjusting his tailored tie. Aiden's eyes narrowed, his earlier frustration fueli

Chapter 47: Were you expecting someone else? "President, he is here!" Joseph Lawrence announced the arrival of Cryptess, a man with a pot belly and a thick white beard. He carried a sachet hanging over his shoulder, smiling eerily. "You are Cryptess?" Aiden, who was standing by the French window, swirled to find an old man staring at him. To everyone's knowledge, Cryptess was the goddess of the Darkweb. She was said to be drop-dead gorgeous, bewitching men at a mere glance, or incredibly ugly, with a face that scared her opponents. To their surprise, Cryptess was the man—an old man with a Santa beard? Could this be a disguise? "Yes, I am. Were you expecting someone else?" The old man belly laughed, caressing his stomach. He limped to the couch and began to set out his devices. This didn't amuse Aiden; his facial expression remained cold and void of emotions. Aiden kept his distance as the man carried out his magic. He soon breached the biotech wall.

Chapter 49; Do you have a plan? Dusky blues emerged, dotted with violet and fuchsia stars, like a juicy blend of wild berries freshly picked at dusk. The air was fresh, and a cold breeze blew across the busy streets of City B. On the first floor of a high-end restaurant, April, clad in an asymmetrical blue, skin-tight dress, sat across from Loretta Scott. Loretta, dressed in a powerful white designer suit, had shoulder-length, golden-blonde hair swept elegantly on her back. She had green, close-set eyes and full lips. Despite being in her early fifties, she was fit and could pass for someone in her forties. She was stunning with a beauty spot under her eyes. "What happened yesterday? Did everything go as planned?" Loretta asked. "Go as planned?" April clicked her tongue in distaste. "The second elder brother brought me home, and that grasshopper called him back." The condescension was dripping from her tone. "Grasshopper?" Loretta looked at April in question.