THE BILLIONAIRE'S CODE

, with shadows taking over behind every corner. Cynthia looked out at the neon lights reflecting off the rain-slicked pavement, her mind beating. They had escaped one trap, but the real

limited time ." Cynthia nodded carelessly, her thoug

mentor's passion for technology and her un flexible commitment to using it for good. As they arrived at the house, a unmemorable building hidden

er," he said, his voice low. "We can monitor GVA activities and track down Eliza." Cynthia sat down at one of the terminals, her heart racing. "What's our first move?" "We need to dig into the GVA's history," Adrian said, pulling up various screens displaying timelines and events related to the algorithm. "If Eliza was involved in its creation, there might be records of her work, somet

all connected to the algorithm's evolution. "I can't believe this," Cynthia said, her fingers shaking as she scrolled through a report detailing how the system had affected market crashes, leading to a select few benefitting while c others suffered.

d to check it out." They hurried out of the safe house and into Adrian's car, the urgency palpable in the air. As they drove, the city lights blurred into streaks of neon. Maya's heart raced, a mix of hope and fear. What if it really was Eliza? What if they were walking into a trap? As they were getting

ust . The air was chocky, an unpleasant odor mixing with the atmosphere . They stepped inside gently, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the emptiness. "Where are you, Eliza?

ed towards a small room at the end of the passage, Cynthia's breath raising. She tilts close

stood Eliza Novak, alive and well, surrounded by a group of people in suits some familiar faces among the tech elite, others hidden in shadow. She appeared older, her once vibrant hair marked with grey, but her presence

cy. She took a step back, confusion swirling in her mind. "Adrian," she whispered urgently, "what's ha

to see you here, but it makes sense. You always were a thorn in our side." Adrian's expression hardened. "I'm not here for a reunion, Wallace. Where's Eliza?" The man chuckled, glancing back at Eliza, who stood with a mixture of defiance and regret. "She's exactl

ht me that technology should be a force for good." Eliza nodded her head, sadness showing in her eyes. "Sometimes the only way to change the system is to work inside it. I'm trying to destroy it piece by piece. If I c

Enough of this," Wallace shouted, his tone negative. "We can't let them disturb our plans. Get them." As the group moved on, Adrian and Cynthia exchanged a quick look of understanding. They didn't have a choice they had to retaliate. In a blur of motion, Adrian lunged forward, tackling one of the guards, while Cynthia grabbed a nearby metal pipe and swung it at another. Chaos erup

ted, her mind racing. She wanted to believe Eliza, but the betrayal ran deep. "Why should we trust you?" "Because," Eliza replied, agony reflecting into her voice, "I've spent years trying to destro