Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 349

Norlan leaned forward, a look of genuine pride flickering in his fred eyes. "Where the hell did you get something like that?

I smiled faintly. "It's something my company's been working on Private security- grade surveillance. Still in beta, actually. We haven't even brought it to market. I used the last functioning prototype."

He whistled. "And it works?"

"It's working now. Or... it's supposed to."

He smirked, nodding with approval. "So how does it transmit? Satellite uplink?"

"Triple-layered," I replied. "Primary: satellite uplink. Secondary piggybacks off any Wi-Fi or GSM within range. Tertiary: emergency cache mode. If it can't send data immediately, it stores everything - encrypted and bursts it out the moment it regains a connection."

Norlan chuckled softly. "Redundant architecture. Beautiful."

I grinned back. "And it's smart enough to only activate when triggered. No background noise. It saves power, and avoids premature detection."

"That's solid work, Kes. Damn good. Now open the damn alert," he said, almost giddy. "Let's see the face of the fucker."

I finally opened it.

A map loaded. Coordinates. Audio clips. Static frames. My eyes narrowed.

Then, my heart paused for a breath.

The timeline.

"This doesn't make sense," I muttered.

Norlan's expression sobered. "What?"

I turned the screen so he could see. "The feed's timestamped. Look. It says the

theft happened last night. Around 08:17

PM. It should've been real-time," I muttered.

Norlan looked up. "But you said the tracer had a cache mode?"

I nodded. "It does. But cache is a fallback. It's passive. For when you're

underground, or out of range. But this delay?

Twenty-two hours? That's not dead-zone behavior. That's deliberate. Somebody

knew how to suppress the signal."

rubbed his temple, "Only

glanced at him.

"They used a

The pieces clicked.

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signals. Your tracer couldn't talk to the satellites, and it also couldn't ping a tower. So it

bastards! I hissed, returning

It was a choppy series of frames, flicke ing with

distorted angles, but

in my

I muttered as my eyes locked on

twist, almost like my

Jake.

was

cold rush of air hit my lungs like I'd been

the shift in me.

I couldn't speak.

it hurt. My tongue felt

just handed the phone slowly to him, my hand trembling with a rage I could

eyes scanned the screen, and he recoiled like the image

fuck," he breathed, totally

one would have

son of a bitch,”

He works in

he got around

els

How

knew where to look."

I was fucking furious.

had the opportunity to end that little

want to

And now...?

he was the

and the sharp pain

to find him as soon as

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rage mixing with

fucking threat to everything

phone.

and