Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 515

Chapter 515 Unexpected Help *Selena*

Blair and I returned to the pack house, tired from her shopping spree. As soon as we arrived, I seized the opportunity and made my way swiftly to Zander's room. Earlier, I had managed to imprint the key so that I could create a duplicate at a later time when I found a moment to spare from my daily responsibilities. With this duplicate key in my possession, accessing the data room would no longer be an issue.

Patiently, I bided my time, waiting for nightfall when the entire pack house would retire to their beds, enveloped in deep slumber. It was during this period that the

guards' shifts were scheduled to change, presenting the perfect opportunity for me to make my move.

As the hours ticked by, I maintained a watchful eye, ensuring that the pack house was shrouded in silence and stillness. The quietude of the night served as my ally, granting me the freedom to proceed undetected toward my objective. With each passing minute, anticipation coursed through my veins, heightening my senses and sharpening my focus. Tonight, finally, I would do it.

As the patrol shift began, I noticed Zander stepping out of the pack house. It seemed like a regular routine for him, since I have returned to the Moonglow pack.

I had often observed that Zander didn't stay at the pack house during the night; instead, he would head out for patrols every single day. When did he find time to sleep? During the day, he could always be found in his pack's office, taking care of pack matters.

It struck me as odd because, even though he was the Alpha, there should have been designated shifts for patrolling, and the other rank holders could take turns fulfilling that duty.

Nevertheless it was good for my plan if he stayed away from the pack house when I executed it.

Finally, the moment arrived, and the guards began to exchange shifts. Seizing this opportune moment, I carefully slipped past them, moving with the grace of a shadow.

I swiftly navigated the dimly lit corridors. In a swift and practiced manner, I expertly hacked into the camera positioned near the data room. It was a task that posed no

challenge for me, given my proficiency in such matters. With steady hands, I retrieved the duplicate key from my pocket and slid it into the lock, praying that it would work flawlessly.

yielded to my careful maneuvering. As I pushed open the door, the room was bathed in a faint blue glow emanating from the huge monitor, casting eerie shadows across the walls, revealing the big computer with the world's

It was a strange feeling, being granted access to such a significant source

in front of the control panel, I took a

and opened the door I entered. Taking

swiftly

delved deeper into the intricate system, skillfully maneuvering through its complex network. The system responded, providing me access to a wealth of security-related information. Without wasting a moment, I initiated the process of accessing

as my eyes glued to the screen, realizing that today was the day of reckoning. Success was within my grasp, and the completion of my work would grant me

of the data system and was about to begin copying the details. The progress was steady, until

Fuck!

I still had some minutes before the guards returned to their duty. Without wasting a second, I restarted the

my mind, urging the

on the verge of hacking

infuriating. Annoyance and frustration welled up inside me, but I refused to accept defeat. Time was running out, and with a surge of determination, I knew I had to give it one more

of breaking through, the system abruptly restarted, leaving me baffled and frustrated. I couldn't comprehend

exclaimed, my

loud thud echoing in the room. As if in response to my outburst, the sound of the door locking mechanism engaged, catching me off guard and

How the hell did this happen? Was it because of the voice? Regardless, my immediate reaction was to try and open the door from the inside, desperately

be opened only from the

coursing through my veins. The realization hit me like a freight train: if someone caught me in this data room, the consequences would undoubtedly be severe, possibly even leading to my death, knowing the

I cursed under my breath, frustration

solution. Frantically, I typed away, attempting to hack into the system and gain access to the entry doors. But my efforts proved to be in vain; the doors remained stubbornly locked. So that was why I was paid such a crucial amount of money to hack this data system because the risk of getting killed was ninety nine percent

"Ah!!!"

ved