Chapter 124:
“Impossible,” Riley countered.
Trent leaned back in his chair. “You might as well take a nap while you’re at it.”
Skepticism radiated from the entire group.
In their collective judgment, no earthly problem would ever compel Freya to deploy her hacking abilities as a solution.
Even if such a situation arose, they believed she would immediately contact the authorities and step aside for an official investigation.
Frustrated by their doubt, Jackson fired off another message, vividly detailing the scene he had just witnessed.
Meanwhile, Freya’s research triggered a cascade of windows across her computer screen, each filled with intricate lines of code.
The high-performance machine whirred loudly, cooling fans straining under the processing demands.
Gerard stood transfixed, his eyes wide as he stared at the incomprehensible data streaming across the screen. Admiration welled within him.
His suspicions had proven accurate—Freya was indeed an extraordinary hacker.
Gerard whispered, barely containing his excitement, “I told you she was a hacker, but you dismissed my theory.”
Kristian’s dark eyes revealed nothing, yet his shock matched Gerard’s.
The longer he observed, the more intense his gaze became. Despite sharing two years of marriage, he had never uncovered her technological prowess.
Suddenly, everything made sense. Whenever he’d enlisted a hacker to investigate certain matters, he got no satisfactory answer. It turned out Freya had meticulously erased her digital footprints.
𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘆: 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
A chilling thought struck him. What was her true motive for entering his life?
“Sir?” Gerard prompted when Kristian remained silent.
Kristian had already reached a conclusion internally. “Investigate everyone Freya has contacted over the past two years. I want transcripts of every conversation.”
Gerard blinked in surprise. “What? Do you believe she has ulterior motives?”
Kristian offered no verbal response, but his expression revealed his growing suspicions.
Oblivious to their exchange, Freya continued working. As minutes ticked by, she commandeered additional hackers’ systems to accelerate her search.
Thirty minutes later, a progress bar materialized on the screen, slowly climbing from one percent.
Freya finally removed her hands from the keyboard. The laptop radiated heat from its sustained exertion.
Gerard’s admiration continued to swell.
Every man fantasized about meeting a superhero, but for Gerard, hackers had always inspired greater reverence since his childhood.
“Mrs. Shaw…” Gerard began, then caught himself. “Ms. Briggs, is the process complete?”
“Yes,” Freya answered, eyes still fixed on the screen. “Once the progress bar reaches one hundred percent, we’ll have access to all data.”
Gerard’s eyes glimmered with excitement behind his glasses.
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