My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

“I’m here,” Doretta said timidly, standing at the entrance of the factory.

“Just the two of you?” Lawrence’s expression darkened, his displeasure evident.

To him, Everett and Doretta were not the main threats; Aquila was the real concern.

“What else?” Everett shrugged nonchalantly, his demeanor exuding a sense of inevitability. He had intentionally separated from Aquila to ensure that, at this moment, he would still have a bargaining chip. If they had all been captured by Lawrence, the outcome would have been predictable.

Lawrence demanded coldly, “What happened?”

Someone approached and reported in a low voice, “They split up during the escape. We have people pursuing them, but there’s no update yet.” “Then we wait,” Lawrence said, regaining his composure, his tone steadying.

His next actions would depend on whether Aquila was caught or had indeed managed to escape.

confronting Lawrence, both seemingly awaiting news about

the tension palpable. Unnoticed by those inside, a large group of people had quietly

to a halt, and someone immediately approached, saying, “Mr. Johnston, they’re inside.” “What’s the situation?” Max asked quietly, recognizing

a standoff, looks like they’re waiting for news on Aquila,”

just received a message from Zane’s

With that, Seth signaled the operatives with

at once, the team complied,

initially stunned, then glared at each other, accusingly shouting, “You brought

then they had to be Zane’s or possibly the police’s-none of whom would bode

Lawrence decided hastily,

grabbed Lawrence, well aware that if Lawrence and his men retreated now, he’d be left

their hands meant having no chance of escape or