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As soon as I've finished with that, I make my way out of the room, closing the door behind me and back to the front of the hotel room. I pick my backpack up off the floor and slip the apple and water bottle inside before slowly and quietly easing open the door and then shutting it just as quietly. I only let out a breath of relief after I'm safely in the elevator and heading for the ground floor. I pull my phone out of my pocket and after a quick scan and search, I find the number I'm looking for it. I press the phone to my ear and wait while it rings. "Well, well, well," Volkov's cold voice answers. "Isn't this a surprise."

Max cursed behind me. I frowned. “What happened now?” “I can’t get into this building’s CCTV,” he said, enraged. “Why?” I asked, walking up to him. Max was one of the best hackers in the world. That was the main reason he could work for me. And now he was saying he couldn’t get the access? It wasn’t a small thing. I had no doubt about his skills, but the party we were dealing with? I had no doubts about them either! Nolan had tried to get her away from me, so he must have prepared everything in advance.

Max's phone rang while he was focused on searching for news about Ell Food's success on his laptop. He was getting frustrated that the company could beat him again. No matter what, Max had to win this tough competition. For the sake of his parents' image and trust. Max glanced at his cell phone on the table. Shada's name was on it. Max's finger tapped the phone's touch screen. Then the corner of his lip line pulled up when he read the chat from his girlfriend.

I’d need the IT team combing server logs and any unusual logins. Step Two: Identify the rogue consultant. If there was such a person. If not, who did Mornex mean by that, and how could I connect the dots? I was halfway through writing Step Three when my door cracked open again. I checked the time, hours had passed by so quickly. “Sophie?” I asked, not looking up. “No. It’s me.” My head snapped up. Max stood there, his hand on the doorframe, eyes unreadable. His suit jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, like he’d run straight from some meeting without stopping.

Her fingers flew across her keyboard as she hacked into the app, bypassing the payment requirement with ease. With access granted, she created a profile, answering questions and uploading a photo. As she browsed through matches, her eyes landed on a profile that caught her attention. Max, 28, with piercing blue eyes and a charming smile. His bio read: "Adventure-seeking writer looking for a partner in crime." Isabelle's heart skipped a beat as she swiped right, her mind racing with possibilities. She waited anxiously for a response, her phone finally buzzing with a message from Max.

“Thank you for coming over on such short notice.” Max had to put on his best smile as he reached out for a handshake. He remembered that he also still kept the secret of his partnership with Kincaid Construction. It was quite a mess he had gotten himself into. “It’s nothing,” Max said as he walked with him towards where the deep foundation was being dug. Big machines and heaps of earth filled the entire landscape. “I called to discuss the technicalities of the foundation. The underground compartments will still be included, right?” “Of course,” Max brimmed with fake enthusiasm, “They’ll be one of the main unique features of the hotel, besides many others.”

We just laugh it off because we can't do anything about it, especially if we're only compatible as friends and nothing more. My attention shifted to my cellphone when it rang. Seriously, who would disturb me at this hour? It was a text from an unknown number. I furrowed my brows, who's this? From: +639********* You have 50 MB left in your VIDEO EVERY DAY today. Redeem your favorite GIGA promo with your GigaPoints in the GigaLife App! smrt.ph/GigaLifeApp

Conan’s gone. WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO US MAX?! Her messages were left open by Max since he couldn’t reply anymore in this state. So I tried to reply on his behalf. Hello Malia, This is Flynn. Max couldn’t reply right now. He was hyperventilating again. Maybe after he read your messages. I’ll bring him there as soon as he gets better. I’m sorry for your loss.

And then, just like that, he turned around… and walked away. Walked. Away. “Uh… Max?” I called out, my voice tight. He didn’t even glance back. The staff exchanged awkward glances. My wolf growled, low and irritated, but I clenched my jaw, yanking out my phone. One call. No answer. One message. No reply. My patience was officially out the damn window. I scrolled through my contacts, found Grace Bell’s number—the same Grace Bell who had been attached to Max’s hip since he were pups—and hit dial.

Lily replied. Natalia smiled at her in response. Lily went to the changing room, and Natalia got busy talking with Liana. At that time, someone entered the coffee shop. Natalia and Liana turned their heads to the door. Natalia rose up from her chair when she saw Max. "Max? You are back!" "Where were you? I called you so many times," Max said. "I forgot my phone at home," she replied quickly. She was nervous that she would have to tell him the truth now.