บททั้งหมดของ After The Divorce, He Regretted Everything : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The control room felt lighter not completely free but lighter.The pressure that had filled the room for hours was gone, the screens were steady, no warnings, no alerts, no sudden changes.For the first time in a long time, the system belonged to them again.Yvonne stood in front of the main screen, her eyes moving slowly across the data. Everything looked clean, every scan had confirmed it.No trace, no hidden code, no access point. The Founder was out, completely out.Behind her, the room had changed. The tension had left people’s shoulders, some leaned back in their chairs, some stretched. A few even smiled quietly to themselves.Marcus stood near the center of the room, watching the team. His posture was more relaxed now, but his eyes were still sharp, he never fully let his guard down.“Good work,” he said.The team nodded, some gave small smiles. No one needed more than that.Adrian sat in front of his system, still looking at the screen. His fingers rested on the keyboard, but

The control room stayed focused. No one relaxed now.The success from the night before was still there, but it had changed into something else.Direction.They were no longer reacting, they were searching.Yvonne stood close to the main screen, her eyes steady. The idea from earlier had already started shaping the work in the room.Find the man, not the system, not the voice.The man.Adrian stood at the center console, going through the data step by step.“Keep the filters tight,” he said. “No wide guesses.”Marcus stood beside him, watching every move.“We don’t chase shadows again,” he added.The analysts nodded.“Yes, sir.”Data moved across the screen. Names, profiles, histories.Everything was being pulled together carefully.Yvonne’s thoughts were clear. She was not rushing, she was not guessing. She kept everything Auntie Lin said in one place in her mind.Calm presence, high status, expensive taste, foreign accents.She spoke without turning.“Focus on people who fit the life

The control room was quiet for a moment, no one spoke.The building stayed on the main screen. Every camera angle they could reach was open. The entrance, the side walls, the empty road around it.Yvonne stood in front of the screen, her eyes were fixed on it and her mind was clear. She was not rushing ahead in her mind, she was holding everything together.Marcus stood beside her, ready. His eyes moved across the screens, picking every detail.Adrian leaned over the console, tracking the signal.“It’s still active,” he said.Yvonne nodded.“Inside.”Marcus added,“Then he’s there.”No one argued.The signal had not moved, it stayed inside the building.Adrian looked at the data again.“No exit movement.”Marcus crossed his arms.“No escape path used.”Yvonne spoke softly.“Then we don’t wait anymore.”Marcus looked at her.“You’re sure.”Yvonne nodded.“Yes.”Her thoughts was clear. He’s there, If we delay, we lose him.Adrian straightened.“Teams are ready.”Marcus gave the order.“

The control room felt different. Not loud, not tense just quiet.The man they had brought in was not who they thought he was. That truth had settled in already.Marcus walked in to the control room, Adrian followed and Yvonne came in last. Everyone in the room looked up, they were waiting.Marcus spoke first.“It’s not him,” he said.No long explanation, no extra words just the truth.The analysts nodded slowly and turned back to their screens. No one asked questions, no one argued. They understood what that meant.They were still behind.Adrian moved toward the main console and pulled up the list again. The profiles, the matches, the names they had gathered from the description.Yvonne stepped forward, her thoughts were clear. No confusion, no rush.“We don’t make another mistake,” she said.Her voice was sharp. Everyone looked at her, she continued.“We keep eyes on all the remaining matches.”She pointed at the screen.“All of them.”Marcus nodded slowly.“No shortcuts this time.”

Morning came quietly but not softly, the kind of morning that looked normal on the outside but carried weight underneath. The building was already active again, screens were on, systems were running, and the teams had returned to their stations like nothing had happened, but everyone knew something had changed.The control room was alive again, not in panic, not in fear, but in focus, every analyst was back at work, checking systems, reviewing logs, watching movements, nothing was left unattended.Marcus was already there, standing near the main screen, his posture was calm but alert, his eyes moving across the data slowly, taking in every detail, he had not rushed into the day, he had stepped into it with purpose.A few steps away, Adrian stood by another console, reviewing reports that came in overnight, his face was serious, controlled, no emotion on the surface, but something inside him had not settled from the day before.They had not spoken much since then. Not because they cou