Chapter 81

Seconds ticked by before she gave a self–deprecating chuckle, continuing to type the unfinished password to unlock her laptop, trying to decipher the tracking code on her cellphone.

She was on the verge of a breakthrough. Her counter–tracking code was nearly complete.

It was past 2 a.m.

Natalie tried running the almost–finished program, and it worked like a charm.

Once this counter–tracking code was launched, not only would the other party be unable to receive her location, but they would also be subjected to her surveillance. This way, she could uncover their true identity.

She booted up her phone and fed the program into it using a USB cable.

The reverse assault of the virus code would take a moment, so Natalie casually flipped open her messaging app to check her messages. Rosie had texted her two hours ago, concerned about the severity of her family issues and wondering if she needed to take a few more days off.

Natalie pondered before replying. “If it doesn’t mess with the shooting schedule, give me three more days.”

that time to sort out the mess

no issue,” came

indicating the transfer was complete. Natalie promptly put on her headphones and initiated

of the other party popped up on

frowned involuntarily. Wasn’t it the same hospital where King was receiving treatment?

on the other end. Natalie listened patiently for over ten minutes, barely making out the faint, steady

footsteps

recording software and cranking the volume in her headphones to the max.

wanted in this afternoon’s explosion,” a

rival company’s internal systems, she’d discovered they had the confidential data of her group’s core members. That was a huge

days prior and had not been transferred to any other device. Natalie had used her virus code to obliterate the data.

the voice in her headphones, which was too familiar,

this conversation, catching red–handed. evidence of a Truth Group traitor dealing with

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