The First Heir

Back at Fennel’s private manor, Steven and the rest had been waiting for a while.

“Strategist, when will the boss return? Does he need our help? I say we should just rush over!”

Hans was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof. The Strategist stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were unfathomable. He looked at Georgina who was sitting on the sofa fiddling with the computer and asked, “Have you hacked your way in?”

Georgina said solemnly, “It’s a little difficult. The core firewall of the Lovelace family is built by three computer experts and isn’t something that can be cracked in a short time. However, I’ve already cracked the firewall of their laboratory. The research materials about Miss Johnston will be sorted out immediately.”

After Georgina finished speaking, several guards rushed in from the door and said with a bow, “Strategist, the four bases of the Lovelace family are all empty as if they knew we would go over. Moreover, they were full of mine traps. If not for our quick reflexes, I’m afraid our squads would have been wiped out.”

Hearing this, the Strategist frowned and paced back and forth in the hall.

No one was there?

How could that be?

Was there a leak?

in the Hall

present before they fell on Steven. Without the need to speak, Hans rushed over, grabbed Steven by the collar, and shouted coldly, “Damn you, did you leak the information? Good for you, Steven! I already

out a gun from his waist and placed it

traitor! I didn’t leak the information! I was the one who told you the information in the first place! You’ve

Westerners are liars! I’m not going to believe

a move, the Strategist

“But Strategist, he…”

wanted to explain, but the Strategist

let go in a huff and

violent temper. We aren’t doubting

his collar and said with

nodded and said, “Please

and said, “Do you suspect

his mobile phone and dialed a number, but