Chatper 902
Trapped in Love
Chapter 902
Alan glanced at his phone and answered the incoming call.
âMr. Hendrix! Last night, I successfully breached the opposing partyâs firewall and stumbled upon a
confidential document!â Alan declared in Ylesirese.
Hectorâs expression darkened as he retorted, âHow dare you take matters into your own hands without
my orders?!â
Alan hesitated for a moment before responding. âMr. Hendrix, I just want to help.â
Seating himself on the sofa, Hector asked, âWhat kind of confidential document is it?â
âItâs about brainâmachine interface technology! Worried about potential tracking, I withdrew after a brief
examination,â Alan explained.
âBrainâmachine interface? Have you seen this document before?â Hector asked.
âNo, this is the first time! I checked, and obtaining a patent for it is highly challenging, Mr. Hendrix. MK is the sole
company working on this technology! Acquiring it would be highly beneficial for you!â Alan
exclaimed.
Hector acknowledged, âIndeed.â
As the echoes of his voice faded, the sound of a clacking keyboard filled the air.
Excitedly, Alan stated, âIâll retrieve the confidential document for you, sir! Please reward me once I
succeed!â
Hector frowned instantly, cautioning, âDonât do it!â
âWhy not, Mr. Hendrix?â Alan questioned, undeterred as he continued typing.
Alanâs inner thoughts revealed his determination. âThe possession of this item will ensure a carefree life for me! I
wonât let such a good opportunity go to waste just because he told me, right?â
âTheyâve just uploaded it. Itâs clearly a trap,â Hector explained.
âNo, Mr. Hendrix! Iâm sure theyâre trying to disperse it! Besides, their technology is subpar. Trust me. I can
retrieve it easily!â Alan insisted.
Noticing Alanâs ignorance, Hector angrily ordered, âIâm ordering you to stop!â
The last keyboard clack resonated as Alan triumphantly said, âMr. Hendrix, Iâve successfully stolen it! Iâm
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Alan stopped midâsentence.
âHow is it destroyed?!â Alan anxiously questioned.
He began typing frantically. âIt canât possibly be destroyed! They⦠Fuck! My computer!â
Hectorâs expression turned cold. âAlan!â
âMr. Hendrix! My computer is malfunctioning! There are codes I canât modify!â Alan panicked.
Hectorâs solemn presence filled the room gradually. âPerhaps itâs time to think about how you wish to die,
Alan!â
Hector hung up abruptly and dialed another number.