The Phantom Heiress: His Secret Obsession

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irely. She typed in a thirty-two-character dyn

tion of a second. Then, it flooded

twork's deepest node. She was inside the

f the red screen. The sender's icon was a minim

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bone-conduction headphones. She hooked them over her ears

by a voice scrambler, rendering it a low, metallic rasp, but the underlying panic was pal

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mbled voice continued, breathless. "Severe

al files. High-resolution MRI scans

upercomputer. Her stomach tightened. It was a beautiful, terrifying mess. A genetic time bomb that was actively tearing the

rs hit th

by the harsh red light. Dealing with family garbage. I

from Nash was

rsts. The buyer is a top-tier New York syndicate heir. Old money. Infinite

thy scoff. A cold smile touc

orrie typed, hitting the keys hard enough to make the laptop shake.

a reply. She hit a

g her IP address, her MAC address, and every digital footpr

the penthouse suite of a to

or-to-ceiling window. The city lights below reflected

ny door to his o

ed into the room. His face was chalk-white, a

e had sprinted up the stairs. "The bounty... Ni

owly turn

He picked up a crystal tumbler filled with amber whiskey. His large hand gripped the gla

the wood. The sharp, violent cr

rumble that vibrated in Arthur's chest, "that the Griffin f

ing hand. "The last time Night God surfaced was in a war zone in Syria, do

rned his head, staring at a

rother. The boy's skin was translucent, his body curled into a tight, agoniz

ched. A sharp, burning pain

thal whisper. "Tear the dark web apart. Trace the IP.

terminal on the des

it bounced through three hundred proxy servers, but the kil

ping into Arthur's personal sp

aused, then added quickly, "The node appears to be a physical relay-likely one of Night God's old

narrowed int

ng his black wool overcoat from a chair. "I'm g

morning light crept through the narrow gap betw

napped open exa

She dropped to the floor and began

olled her breathing, not because she feared the cheap bug under the lamp could actually pick up the sound from across the room, but out of a deeply ingrained, habi

AM, she

led on a massive, oversized gray hoodie, pulling the thick hood up to co

room and headed towa

landing, she almost

e slip dress. She was barking orders at a

er eyes immediately dropped to

cal snort. She rolled her eye

s path. "You look like a literal homeless person. You know we have the Foundatio

kets. She looked at Kelly from under the shad

?" Corrie asked, her voi

eyes. The corners of her mouth stretched

the smell of her expensive floral perfume clashing with the stal