Chapter 485: A Rose 490

“Yvie, I’m begging you. You have to help with this!” Adam’s voice was laced with desperation.

Upon seeing the serious look on his face, Yvette’s expression shifted, her focus sharpening.” Adam, what’s so important that you had to go through all this just to find me?”

“The military’s security system is getting hammered by foreign hackers. We’ve thrown every top–tier hacker at the problem, but none of them could stop thé attacks.” His face grew even grimmer.

“If we don’t shut them down soon, they’ll get their hands on classified military intel.

“We didn’t have anyone who could go toe–to–toe with them, so they thought of you. That’s when they gave me the job. Even if it meant dragging you in, I had to.”

So that was what this was all about!

Yvette’s long lashes fluttered. When she first joined the underworld, she made waves as a genius hacker. It had caused quite a stir.

Even government bigwigs tried to recruit her, but she turned them all down without a second thought.

As Master Xev’s name grew, people forgot all about her hacking skills.

“Yvie, please, we need you!” Adam’s voice was urgent.

Meeting his pleading eyes, Yvette didn’t hesitate. She gave a quick nod. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

She was Croedal–born. No way she would stand by and let foreign hackers steal their country’s secrets.

“Yvie, thank you! I’ll get in touch with my superiors right now!” Adam was practically buzzing with relief.

Without wasting a second, he darted off to inform his higher–ups.

“You really are one of a kind,” Wilson said smoothly, his arm slipping around Yvette’s waist as he pulled her close, a genuine note of admiration in his voice.

Yvette lazily leaned into his broad, warm chest, glancing up at him with a sharp look. “Don’t think you can sweet–talk your way out of this.”

“I know, baby. I messed up,” Wilson immediately admitted, nuzzling his face into her neck, his voice softening.

“I’ll pay you back five times for the trouble I caused, alright? Just please, don’t stay mad at me, Samuel stood nearby, unfazed. He’d seen this scene a hundred times–Wilson was thoroughly whipped.

Still, who’d believe it? The “Grim Reaper” of Jubilife City, bending over backward like this to apologize!

“No need,” Yvette said, her tone sharp and final.

“Baby, why?” Wilson’s voice wavered, and the hint of panic creeping in was unmistakable. If throwing money at the problem didn’t work, that could only mean one thing–she was really mad this time.

Yvette raised an eyebrow, eyeing him coolly. “Your money’s mine anyway, so what difference does it make if you ‘pay me back‘?”

Wilson visibly relaxed, immediately nuzzling her neck again, playing the role of the submissive husband with a grin. “Exactly, baby! What’s mine is yours!”

Crisis averted, as far as he was concerned.

The room was spacious and blindingly bright, yet it was filled with people kneeling on the floor, their faces drained of all color. Stanley, in particular, was shaking like a leaf, barely able to stay upright.

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