Chapter 127:
Delving deeper into this world revealed its darkest corners. She stumbled upon an international site — that notorious digital underbelly known as the Dark Web. There, she witnessed horrors and atrocities that shattered her innocence.
Confronting the reality that certain individuals existed with less humanity than hell’s own demons, she decided to semi-retire. Occasionally, she assisted the police with particularly challenging investigations by anonymously providing crucial information.
Eventually, she realized that whatever she uncovered remained within the investigative capabilities of the authorities as well, prompting her gradual withdrawal.
“It’s complete,” Freya announced, snapping out of her reminiscence as she noticed the screen’s progress indicator reach 100%.
She opened the newly created folder on the desktop. “The actual circumstances behind Ashley’s accident are contained here. See for yourselves.”
She tilted the laptop slightly toward the men.
Gerard took control of the mouse and methodically examined each file. The process consumed an entire hour as he absorbed all the information.
After reviewing the final document, disbelief washed over him. “This scheme demonstrates extraordinary meticulousness. A mere automobile accident conceals such an intricate conspiracy.”
What astounded him most was Freya’s remarkable capability. Within such a compressed timeframe, she had obtained recorded conversations between the orchestrator and accomplices. It was truly impressive.
“Sir, Ms. Briggs clearly had no involvement in engineering the accident,” Gerard, now openly admiring Freya, declared. “Once we deliver this evidence to the authorities, her name will be cleared immediately.”
𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⲁ𝗅ⲛ𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“You accept everything she presents without question?” Kristian’s voice carried an icy edge.
Gerard’s confusion was evident. The evidence lay plainly before them—what grounds existed for skepticism?
“Have you forgotten her hacking credentials?” Kristian maintained his frigid stare at Freya, his demeanor chilling as he added, “Wouldn’t fabricating evidence and manufacturing recordings be trivial for someone of her abilities?”
“You…” Gerard faltered, words abandoning him.
Kristian’s dismissal cut through the room with surgical precision. “Not everything presented before you constitutes legitimate evidence. There exists a concept known as falsification.”
Freya maintained her composure, refusing to show any sign of agitation. “If an apology exceeds your capabilities, then simply acknowledge that fact. Baseless accusations serve no constructive purpose.”
“Do you think being a hacker makes you special?” Kristian advanced toward her with calculated strides, his hand concealed in his pocket as he declared, “I don’t believe what you’re saying or any of your so-called discoveries.”
Freya responded sharply, “Your belief or disbelief is entirely irrelevant to my concerns!”
Her primary objective in uncovering this information had been twofold: to clear her reputation with law enforcement and to assist in pursuing the actual orchestrator.
Without warning, Kristian reached forward and seized her chin.
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