My Wife is a Hacker

"She's been in her room since she got back, seemingly behaving herself for now," Aquila reported.

Everett's gaze darkened slightly as he instructed, "Keep an eye on her." "Sir, if we manage to escape this time, are we taking her with US?" Aquila asked, somewhat perplexed. In his view, it would have been simpler to deal with Doretta immediately, eliminating any further concerns.

"Keep her for now. She might still serve as a bargaining chip if we can't escape smoothly," Everett responded with a snort.

Aquila was taken aback. "They would be willing to negotiate for Doretta? Really?" He doubted the others would compromise for Doretta's sake, considering they'd likely prefer to see her brought to justice.

"They might not, but Emma would," Everett stated confidently.

He vividly remembered how Emma had earnestly tried to persuade Doretta to reconsider her path, even casting a concerned look back at Doretta when leaving, a look filled with distress. That expression alone indicated Emma cared about Doretta.

Aquila, unaware of the full situation, expressed his doubt. "Sir, even after Doretta orchestrated Emma's capture, would she still be willing to help her?

"Follow my orders," Everett said firmly, ending the discussion with a stern look at Aquila.

Aquila bowed respectfully. "Understood." He understood that Everett was no longer interested in discussing the matter.

"You may leave now," Everett said, leaning back on the couch, his eyes revealing a depth of unspoken thoughts.

Aquila exited quietly, carefully closing the door behind him.

Everett's gaze narrowed as he sat back, his eyes staring into the distance, deep in thought.

He knew Lawrence wouldn't have rescued him out of pure kindness; there had to be a hidden agenda. However, with his current lack of power, Everett couldn't understand what he could possibly offer that Lawrence might want.

'If it's about controlling the Eastern Falcon, Lawrence already has more power than I do; he wouldn't care about such a small force.'

Despite this, he couldn't think of anything else, as he had nothing left to offer.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the hotel, Ian voiced his concerns. "Sir, do you think he'll stay?" "If he was the type to stay put, he wouldn't be Everett," Lawrence scoffed." Have some people pretend to be plainclothes officers to make it seem like there's a secret manhunt in the area." "Understood," Ian replied, understanding that this tactic would likely keep Everett in check.

"Any updates from Nicole's side?" Lawrence asked, his gaze sharp.

"We have people discreetly gathering information, but there haven't been any major findings yet, sir. You can be confident in our efforts," Ian reported.

"Good, make sure our information is secure; they shouldn't have any idea about our operations," Lawrence instructed.

'Til take care of it," Ian assured carefully.

"Hmm," Lawrence hummed, leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed.

Ian started the car, and they left the hotel.

The next day was bright and sunny.

After Nicole and Jared woke up, they went downstairs.

"You look much better today. Resting seems to have helped," Gloria said with relief. She had been worried about Nicole, who had looked pale from her busy schedule. It was a rare chance for Nicole to rest and recover.

"Mom, I'm fine, don't worry about me," Nicole reassured her mother with a smile.

As the family sat down in the dining room, Nicole turned to her father." Dad, are you planning to visit Grandpa today?" "Yes, I'm planning to. Your grandpa found out about Dexter's situation and wants them to come over today; I thought I'd go along to check in," Daniel explained, thinking he could help soothe any potential upset from his father.

The conversation flowed naturally, with everyone catching up on each other’s plans for the day, enjoying a moment of peace amidst the recent chaos.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.