The Billionaire's Accidental Heir
The final payload—the encryption key—slammed into the Thorne server, clean and intact.
Mission successful. Alistair Vance was crippled.
We both slumped back in our chairs, the energy draining out of us. We had won. Julian turned to me, his eyes holding a look of savage respect I'd never seen before.
"You are an anomaly, Evelyn," he whispered, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. The touch was soft, possessive, and electric. "The timid assistant, the brilliant hacker, the devoted wife—which one are you?"