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“Absolutely.” Victoria’s voice was firm, edged with a new coldness. “We have to.”
“When we find him, are we gonna make him be my daddy?” Robert asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.
“When we find him,” Victoria tightened her grip on the report, a dangerous glint in her eyes, “he’ll be screwed.”
Whether it was a deliberate setup or a ridiculous accident, she was determined to settle the score with the man from six years ago. Even if he was dead, she didn’t let him rest in peace.
*****
A convoy of black SUVs glided away from the airport.
“Mr. Rosewood, here is the preliminary information on all the prominent families in Capaville. Since the news broke about Cosmos Group’s expansion here, they’ve all been vying for a chance to partner with you.” Bruce Brooks handed a thick dossier to the man in the back seat.
Eugene Rosewood sat immersed in financial reports on his tablet. From his platinum cufflinks to his impeccably tailored suit, every detail exuded an aura of formidable power.
“Mr. Rosewood, based on our initial assessment, Myers Group appears to be the strongest contender locally. If we must choose a partner here, they seem the most viable. Their CEO, Carter Myers, has been particularly persistent in his efforts to secure a meeting. He’ll likely learn of your arrival soon.”
“Hmm.” That was the man’s only response.
Bruce understood the meaning behind that single syllable and didn’t press further.
Suddenly, a phone rang, shattering the quiet. Bruce glanced at the caller ID and answered immediately.
“What is it?” Bruce’s expression grew stern. “Understood.”
He turned back to the man in the seat behind him. “Sir, the base reports that ‘Mr. Caesar’ has attempted to breach our internal database again.”
Mr. Caesar – the enigmatic hacker known in the underworld as the Ghost in the Machine.
Three months prior, Mr. Caesar had infiltrated one of Eugene’s private accounts and siphoned off a hundred million dollars. Instead of pocketing the money, Mr. Caesar had anonymously donated the entire sum to disaster relief agencies, publicly crediting the “Shadow” for the donation.
It was a brazen act of mockery, a direct challenge to their authority.
As one of the most powerful forces in the underworld, Shadow could not let such an insult slide.
Their Dark Web system was supposedly impenetrable. How had some rogue hacker managed this? The debt needed to be settled.
Shadow had placed a hefty bounty on Mr. Caesar’s head, but after three months, there were still no solid leads.
Now that Mr. Caesar had surfaced again, Eugene’s interest was undeniably piqued.
“Were you able to trace the signal?” Eugene’s gaze was as cold as ice.
“We’re trying. The connection lasted only a few seconds. After the last incident, we upgraded the system and enhanced our security protocols, including implementing a counter-tracking module. But Mr. Caesar is… exceptionally sharp. He detected the trace almost instantly and severed the connection.” Bruce’s voice was tense.
“However, we caught one thing – this time, Mr. Caesar was attempting to access our Genetic Database.”
At the mention of the Genetic Database, a dark shadow passed through Eugene’s eyes.
The genetic data stored on their Dark Web servers belonged to influential figures worldwide. A successful breach would not only shatter the Dark Web’s reputation for security but also demolish Shadow’s standing.
“Intensify the search. I don’t care about the cost or the method – find him.” Eugene’s voice was so frigid it seemed to freeze the very air in the car.
“Yes, Mr. Rosewood.” Bruce didn’t dare meet his gaze. He swiftly relayed the orders and ended the call.
*****
At Myers Manor, Robert sat intently before the computer, his small fingers flying across the keyboard. The streams of data flashing across the screen would be an indecipherable blur to most.
He was just a kid, but this kind of data was easy for him. He could pick out what mattered at a glance. almost instantly.
Now that the DNA test confirmed Carter wasn’t his biological father, he had taken it upon himself to secretly investigate the identity of his real dad.
And for a prodigy like him… hacking into the most comprehensive Genetic Database was the fastest and most direct path to the answers they sought.
Despite his young age, Robert possessed an extraordinary aptitude for learning. Computers were his playground – he could breach any system with effortless ease, having taught himself everything through sheer talent. In certain circles, he was known as the legendary “Mr. Caesar”, a digital ghost who could uncover any secret.
This time, he had hacked into the national medical database and run comparisons with all available records. Yet, the search returned nothing – no useful matches at all.
The result left him deeply frustrated.
He desperately wanted to help his mom, but the trail had gone cold.
If the medical database held no clues, then only two explanations made sense. Either his biological dad was already dead, or he was someone so secret his records were locked away.
But if he was dead, Robert still wouldn’t feel satisfied. He’d want to make him suffer.
Robert’s fingers danced across the keyboard. Seeing the newly upgraded Dark Web system crumble once again under his assault, a faint smirk tugged at his lips.
Seriously, who was in charge of Dark Web security these days? They were slacking. The so-called “upgraded” system was still garbage – they hadn’t learned a thing from last time. Some people never change.
Hidden deep within the Dark Web was the top-tier Genetic Database. If he could access that, he could uncover anything he wanted.
Of course, that was only possible if the man was still alive.
His small hands moved swiftly until suddenly, his expression tightened.
Lines of garbled code flashed across the screen – he was also being traced. A cool, confident smile curved his lips.
Not bad – they were quicker this time.
It seemed they were finally improving. He was just about to counter and break through their defenses when a servant’s voice drifted upstairs.
Carter had returned.
Hearing the commotion, Robert immediately logged off, shut down the computer, and hurried downstairs.
In the lavishly decorated living room, Victoria sat at the table, gracefully steeping a pot of coffee. That was the scene Carter walked in on.
Seeing her enjoy coffee gave him pause. In his memory, Victoria had never liked such things. Today was… different. He recalled her words at the airport and glanced at the shopping bag in his hand.
Inside was a limited-edition purse. His assistant had originally sourced it for Isabella’s homecoming, but after Victoria saw him with Isabella and made a scene, he’d ordered another one – for her.
Women loved bags, didn’t they? He thought. Give her one, and she’d calm down.
“Mr. Myers,” the housekeeper greeted respectfully.
Carter nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes still fixed on Victoria. He had expected her to be furious – yelling, crying, making a scene the moment he returned. But she wasn’t. She was quiet, so unnervingly quiet that the entire room felt heavy with silence.
Carter dismissed the housekeeper. Soon, only the two of them remained in the living room.
He walked over and sat on the sofa opposite her, deliberately placing the limited-edition purse right in her line of sight.
Victoria didn’t even glance at it.
Being ignored irritated him. He broke the silence first. “Let’s talk!”
