My Wife is a Hacker

"I'm here," Doretta said timidly, standing at the entrance of the factory.

"Just the two of you?" Lawrence's expression darkened, his displeasure evident. To him, Everett and Doretta were not the main threats; Aquila was the real concern.

"What else?" Everett shrugged nonchalantly, his demeanor exuding a sense of inevitability. He had intentionally separated from Aquila to ensure that, at this moment, he would still have a bargaining chip. If they had all been captured by Lawrence, the outcome would have been predictable.

Lawrence demanded coldly, "What happened?"

Someone approached and reported in a low voice, "They split up during the escape. We have people pursuing them, but there's no update yet." "Then we wait," Lawrence said, regaining his composure, his tone steadying.

His next actions would depend on whether Aquila was caught or had indeed managed to escape.

Everett stood his ground, confronting Lawrence, both seemingly awaiting news about Aquila.

The factory was eerily quiet, the tension palpable. Unnoticed by those inside, a large group of people had quietly surrounded the area. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

The last car slowly came to a halt, and someone immediately approached, saying, "Mr. Johnston, they’re inside." "What's the situation?" Max asked quietly, recognizing Seth.

"They're still in a standoff, looks like they're waiting for news on Aquila," Seth replied.

Max glanced at Jared and informed, "Mr. Johnston, we've just received a message from Zane’s men. Aquila has been captured." "Move in," Jared instructed calmly.

"Understood." With that, Seth signaled the operatives with a gesture.

All at once, the team complied, breaching the gate and storming in.

Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, Lawrence and Everett were initially stunned, then glared at each other, accusingly shouting, "You brought them here!"

It was clear these weren't their men. If not Jared's, then they had to be Zane's or possibly the police's- none of whom would bode well for them.

"We need to leave," Lawrence decided hastily, ready to take Ian and flee.

However, Everett grabbed Lawrence, well aware that if Lawrence and his men retreated now, he'd be left utterly defenseless and with no choice but to surrender.

Falling into their hands meant having no chance of escape or negotiation.

"Let go. This is the consequence of your escape from the hotel. Deal with it yourself," Lawrence snapped, shaking off Everett.

"Lawrence, don't think for a moment that your actions are unknown. If you leave now, you'll regret it," Everett warned through clenched teeth.

"What do you mean?" A sinister look flashed through Lawrence's eyes. He believed Everett wasn't merely bluffing; he must have known something crucial, and Lawrence needed to find out what.

Laughing maniacally, Everett taunted, "The incident from years ago was orchestrated by you, wasn't it? Nicole nearly died by your hand. Have you forgotten?"

Lawrence's complexion turned from pale to purplish, his eyes flashing with rage. He thought, 'How could he know?! No one should be aware of that. Even Jared, after all his investigations, found nothing. How does Everett know?!'

With his thoughts in turmoil, Lawrence frowned and ordered, "Take him.

We leave now."

He couldn't worry about the details at this moment. Allowing Everett to fall into their hands would risk exposing his secrets.

"Yes." Ian acknowledged, then shouted to their men, "Hold them off!"

After giving Everett a warning glare, Lawrence sprinted toward the back exit, with Ian quickly following.