My Wife is a Hacker

Aquila thought to himself, 'It seems Lawrence had his plans set from the start, now holding US in his grip, just waiting for the right moment to succeed and then possibly pinning everything on US.' "Too bad his calculations are off," Everett said, a dark glint crossing his eyes. "Pack up, we're preparing to leave." "Where to?" Aquila asked softly.

While they were under control here, he knew venturing out could be even more dangerous, unless they planned to leave San Joto. However, Everett seemed not inclined to depart from the city.

"Let’s get out of the hotel first," Everett said, his gaze slightly darkening.

There were always places in the vast San Joto where they could take refuge.

Aquila hesitated for a moment, then inquired, "What about the woman? NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Should we bring her along?" "Let her follow for now. If we find ourselves cornered, we can still use Emma," Everett stated as he stood up.

"Alright, I'll call her," Aquila responded.

Soon, the three of them gathered in the corridor.

"Where are we going?" Doretta asked, her complexion pale, looking around nervously as if frightened.

"Just follow, don't ask too many questions," Aquila snapped, before turning to Everett and suggesting, "Sir, the elevator won't be safe; we need to take the stairs." "Hmm," Everett nodded, following Aquila toward the stairwell.

The group quickly made their way to the second floor.

"Wait," Aquila cautioned, halting abruptly and glancing down the stairs before suggesting, "Sir, we should go out the window. Heading out here leads directly to the lobby, and it's too easy to be spotted." "Alright," Everett agreed with a nod.

He wasn't particularly afraid of Lawrence, but avoiding detection could spare them a lot of trouble.

Just as they landed outside after jumping out the window, someone shouted, "They're over there!" "We're caught," Doretta cried out in panic.

"Shut up, idiot," Aquila glared at Doretta, internally frustrated by her incompetence. She was truly more of a liability than an asset.

Everett, noticing that their pursuers were closing in without causing much commotion, frowned and ordered, "Split up and run."

As Everett grabbed Doretta, Aquila objected, "Sir, let me take her." He felt that Everett's chances of escape would be significantly reduced if Doretta encumbered him.

"Go on your own. You have a better chance of escaping and can come back for US later. Hurry,” Everett commanded.

Aquila had a much higher chance of escape without them; he could potentially come back to rescue them if Doretta did not burden him. The best scenario would be if Aquila managed to escape with Doretta, but even if he couldn't, he might still be able to save them later.

"Understood." Without wasting another moment, Aquila turned and swiftly departed.

Everett, wasting no further time, took Doretta and fled in the opposite direction.

As dusk settled, the light began to fade.

Everett and Doretta spent the day ducking and hiding, but ultimately, they were cornered in an old, abandoned factory.

"There's no use hiding. Come out," Lawrence's voice echoed outside, laced with a hint of mockery. "I intended to keep you safe, but you clearly don't value your life. Now, I'm out of options."

Everett's eyes narrowed slightly. After a moment of silence, he stepped out into the factory yard.

Facing Lawrence directly, Everett offered a resigned smile and said," Things have come to this point, so let's dispense with the pretenses. The victor takes all, the loser succumbs. Do as you will."

Lawrence frowned slightly and inquired, "Where are the woman and Aquila?