Chapter 126:
Kristian shifted his displeasure toward Gerard, his demeanor frigid. “One more word from you, and your employment terminates immediately.”
Gerard remained remarkably steadfast. “I’m merely stating factual information.”
Kristian’s glare could have shattered glass. If Gerard hadn’t loyally served him for years, his career would have ended that very moment!
“Feel free to conduct any investigation you deem necessary,” Freya challenged, standing firm.
Throughout their marriage, she had never once visited Shaw Group headquarters or entered his private study to access his computer. At most, she had offered occasional guidance when she noticed him struggling with technical matters.
“With your level of expertise, how could I possibly uncover anything?” Kristian’s words dripped with accusation.
Freya chose to ignore him. No explanation would curb his spiraling suspicions.
Gerard couldn’t tolerate seeing his idol falsely accused. “If she genuinely intended to steal corporate secrets, why would she personally involve herself? With her extraordinary capabilities, wouldn’t a more distant approach have been infinitely more logical than marriage?”
“Gerard Todd!” Kristian nearly physically removed him from the room.
“I’m simply offering perspective. You typically approach matters with such logical precision, yet regarding Ms. Briggs, your reasoning seems uncharacteristically clouded.” This paradox thoroughly puzzled Gerard.
Kristian’s gaze lingered on Gerard’s ceaselessly moving mouth, fighting the urge to silence him permanently.
He understood that Freya would never resort to such tactics herself; what he couldn’t fathom was why his wife had concealed her hacking abilities all this time.
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As her husband, this revelation blindsided him completely.
Witnessing Kristian’s genuine irritation, Gerard joined the interrogation. “Ms. Briggs, why have you never mentioned your hacking expertise?”
“Why should I?” Freya countered simply.
“It could impress everyone,” Gerard remarked.
Both Freya and Kristian stared back, utterly dumbfounded.
“Just a joke,” Gerard said quickly, recognizing the awkwardness of his comment and nervously adjusting his glasses. “It merely seems unfortunate that such remarkable talents remain unacknowledged.”
“It doesn’t need to be acknowledged,” Freya dismissed his concern with indifference.
The fascination struck her as somewhat childish.
In her younger years, she had shared Gerard’s perspective — believing individuals who cracked cases with mere keystrokes possessed an enviable coolness.
Back then, she had dreamed of mastering these skills and becoming a formidable hacker.
As she matured, however, that romanticized vision gradually dissolved. The information she uncovered through her abilities was equally accessible to law enforcement, military intelligence, and various government agencies.
By middle school, her capabilities had already reached exceptional heights, and her mentor had subsequently withdrawn from the digital realm.
Perhaps driven by adolescent defiance or a fierce moral compass, she had investigated numerous cases independently, forwarding her discoveries to the authorities.
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