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?

there be a traitor in the Hall of the

rushed over, grabbed Steven by the collar, and shouted coldly, “Damn you,

said, Hans pulled out a gun from

explained, “No, I’m not a traitor! I didn’t leak the information! I was the one who told you the information in the first place!

Westerners are liars! I’m not going

in anger. Seeing that he was about to make a move, the Strategist said grimly, “Hans, that’s

“But Strategist, he…”

the Strategist glared

in a

temper. We aren’t doubting you, but I just want

tugged at his collar and said with a frown, “My informant told

said, “Please

was stunned and said, “Do

quickly took out his mobile phone