“I warned you, Mr. Snow," Alex said, his voice dangerously low.
“I need to see hert" Connor shouted, trying to pushpast him
This time, Alex didn't just block him He gave a sharp nod, and two of his men grabbed Connor's arms, their grips like iron vices. They physically lifted him and d eposited him back on the curb.
Connorstruggled, his face red with fury. He screamed Anissa's name up at the impenetrable wall of glass, his voice hoarse and pathetic.
“If you come within a hundred feet of this buildingagain,” Alex wamed, “the restraining order will be activated, and you will be arrested. This is your final warning”
Thrown back onto the street, his suit disheveled, Connor's mind raced The front door was a no-go. But he knew another way.
A service entrance. In the back, leading to the underground parking garage. He and Anissa had used it once to sneak in after a late night avoiding the lobby's cameras. But as he circled the block and pressed himself against the cold brick of the alleyway, he saw it. The entrance was no longer a quiet forgotten door. Two hulking men in black suits stood sentinel, and a brand-new, miitary-grade iris scanner glowed red beside the reinforced steel. There was no flaw. There was no way in He was staring at an impenetrable fortress
He took a st ep back, his mind racing when a hand shot out of the darkness and clamped down on his shoulder. It was a gripof pure steel. A man ina tactical vest and a face devoid of expression st epped out from the shadows. His voice was flat, calm, and utterly final. This is private property, sir. You need to leave. Now. This is your only waning" 100.0% 1510 N1
< Marrying My Ex Powerful Billonaire Uncle #* 1120 Points at most The office was a cavern of blinking server lights and humming fans, hidden in a basement in the Meatpacking District. It smelled of stale coffee and burnt electronics.
Connorsat hunchedin a chair, watching a man with a spiderweb tattoo on his neck tap furiously at a keyboard. This was his last resort, a high pricedteam of black-hat hackers he'd paid with the last of hisemergency cash
His objectivewas simple: break into the Snow Industriesinternal servers. Find the digital trail. He needed a single email, a single encrypted text, a single wire transfer that would prove the marriage was a transaction, a blackmail plot
“We're in? the hacker muttered, his eyes glued to the lines of code scrolling down the screen. Bypassing the first firewall now.
Connor leaned forward, his hands clenched into fists. This was it. The proof was just moments away
The progress bar on the screen cr ept forward. 60%... 70%... 80%...
It stopped.
Then, the screen flickered. A single line of red warning code flashed, stark and ominous
The hacker's face went pale. "Shit," he breathed. “Shit, we've been traced Its a honeypot. They're comingback at us.”
Before he could finish the sentence, every monitor in the room went black. The sudden darkness was absolute, the silence deafening.
A second later, they all flared back to life in unison displaying a single. temifyingimage.
It was a close-up of Harding Snow's eyes. Cold, gray-blue, and utterly merciless. They seemed to stare directly at Connor throughthe screen, throughthe miles of fiber optic cable, and into his soul.
Beneath the image, a line of text typed itself out, slow and deliberate. Snow Industries cybersecurity is managed by Jax Valer. Next time you try this, | wort just fry your hard drives.