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Excitement surged in their hearts, and they could not stop sighing in admiration. Hearing such unreserved praise, Hazel felt nothing but endless mockery. Natalie remained calm. He copied the code he had just cracked into the system, then pushed the computer aside and asked, “Does this count as passing the assessment?” Everyone fell silent. Did this even need to be asked? This was clearly beyond passing. “Yes, it’s done.” Marcus nodded with approval. Hunter then opened Samuel’s USB drive. The contents were the same as what Natalie had just captured and cracked, which meant the two of them were tied again.

She had told him: "Samuel left this as insurance. He didn't trust you, Harrison. He didn't trust anyone." The flash drive sat on the desk in front of him. Black. Sleek. Waiting. His thumb was hovering over the edge of his laptop. He did not want to open it. Because if he did, he knew it would be different. But. he opened it. Files. There were dozens. There was one folder that seemed to grab his attention—labeled as such: "Code Cassandra." He clicked. A document within. And at the top of the margin, a sentence.

Kensington. I popped the visor off first. It was a specialized anti-glare composite, designed to hide my eyes from even the most powerful high-speed cameras. I tossed it into the furnace. It melted with a sickening hiss, the black tint curling like a dying shadow before being consumed by the orange glow. Burn it all, I thought, my jaw tight. Leave him nothing but smoke. My phone buzzed on the workbench, vibrating against the metal surface. I swiped the screen with a trembling finger. It was an encrypted message from Samantha.

He tried to guess Camelia's safe and bank passwords, but everything needed to be fixed. Samuel gripped the steering wheel of his car tightly. His breathing was rough; his eyes kept staring at the red light that forced his car to stop. His hand impatiently beating the horn repeatedly, he drove the vehicle again at high speed, defending the streets of São Paulo. Samuel swerved onto the shoulder of the road, getting out of his car. Combing his mane up, he took out a cigarette from his pocket. Quickly burn the tobacco and then smoke it in a high exhale of smoke.

Paying him no mind, Kaze video called Samson. Samson’s disgruntled voice came on the line after a long ringing. “Why are you video calling me, Keeve? Don’t you have better things to do?” For an investment tycoon like Samson, he would only use the video function for teleconference. Other times, anyone attempting a video call would face his wrath. While Samson was angry and confused about the black screen, a face popped onto the screen. “This must be our first time meeting, Mr. Hobbs.”