She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 227: Gray Area

It only circulated online and was not subject to any national or legal jurisdiction or control due to its virtual nature.

It had become the preferred choice for many illegal transactions, especially for money changers and some underground gambling dens, boxing arenas, and so on. Konner’s information showed that he was just an ordinary person and he never had the opportunity to come into contact with such a large quantity of gold coins. There was a remitter’s account number listed above, but the name column only had a single letter “K”. Cheyenne couldn’t help but wonder about it.

The first thing Iker thought of was to find a hacker to help him search since he didn’t know anyone in his circle whose nickname was “K”.

Cheyenne casually glanced at the information and memorized the account number while sipping on her soup.

It was sunny on Friday afternoon.

After finally making it through a week, Jerry was relieved. His major in college was educational psychology. But it was not his ambition. His pursuit was computer technology. He stayed up late for a week, typing code until three or four in the morning before going to sleep.

The young man had dark circles, a sallow complexion, and several blueish whiskers on his chin. He wore a crumpled gray robe that made him look like a tramp.

His dormitory roommates couldn’t help but tease him, “Jerry, with your overly weary appearance, did you sneak off to a hotel room with some young lady last night?”

“Go away, you don’t understand anything. As a student of educational psychology, you will become a teacher in the future. Is it really okay to behave like a scoundrel?” “Ha-ha. I heard some banging noises from you last night in the middle of the night…” Do you watch some porns?

an unfamiliar number on the screen. Thinking it was a sales call, he

the phone away and quickly pressed the answer button. The voice on the phone was sweet and charming, like a oriole singing in a

“Who are you?”

grab it back, but unfortunately his roommate was taller

sounded like. But now, hearing someone answer the phone, she assumed it was him and got straight

in a sleazy voice, “What’s up? My angel, do you miss me? Where did we ever meet? I don’t remember.” Cheyenne felt goosebumps

he had

Something wasn’t right.

voice came through the phone. “Jimmy! Enough already! That’s

such a lovely voice? She sounds like a beauty. How about we play games together sometime?” “No way! Give

his phone back and stuttering

misunderstand. That was just my roommate

I need your help with

needed HIS

skilled than him when it

my skills are still below yours. If it’s something difficult, I’m

anything too difficult. I’ll add you on Facebook Messenger and send you an account and IP address to check the owner of

a chance to refuse, Cheyenne hung up the phone and added him as

of IP addresses was sent over, and Jerry logged in to take a look. It

to Dark League but stood alone as a