Chapter 167
“Is that one of Charlotte’s people?”
Adonis’s eyes felt scorched after he finished watching the surveillance video Charlotte had sent him. The guy in the car accident was Anthony. Not only that, Anthony was with Charlotte. He had his arms around her.
Charlotte wasn’t exactly some innocent girl, but Anthony was another story altogether. He was complicated, the kind of man who moved easily between the dark side and the straight and narrow. Nobody could really tell which side he was on. How did Charlotte end up with someone like that? And how were they already this close? It felt like their relationship was moving at warp speed.
Jackson was sitting to the side, completely focused on counting the two hundred million in their account, until he noticed both the group chat updates and Adonis’s stunned face. Without looking up, he said, “I know why.”
Adonis turned to him, desperate. “Why?”
Jackson pointed at the screen, right at Anthony’s face as he held Charlotte.
“Because he’s hot.”
Adonis immediately protested. “I’m hot too! Why didn’t Charlotte pick me?” He knew better than to ever make a move on Anthony’s woman, but hey, a little daydreaming never hurt anyone.
Jackson just looked at him, tired, like he’d seen this coming. He got up, patted Adonis on the shoulder, and sighed. “Drink some more water.”
Adonis blinked. “What?”
“Then go to the bathroom and take a good, hard look at yourself in the mirror.”
Adonis jumped up, face flushed with indignation. “You are literally the ugliest guy in the entire N Organization!”
Jackson just shrugged, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, but at least I know it.”
He said it so matter-of-factly, it left Adonis speechless. His looks were his pride and joy-did Jackson have to be so ruthless? He glanced back
at Anthony in the video broad shoulders, slim waist, long legs, a face so sharp and flawless it looked unreal.
Fine. He was more handsome. No contest.
Still, he never thought Charlotte would fall for a pretty face either.
Imperial Heights.
Light spilled across the study. Anthony sat at his desk in a charcoal gray robe, hands folded neatly under his chin, eyes locked on his computer screen. His expression was all business.
Nine had already accepted the job. Normally, the rule on Find was simple: get the job done first, then collect your money. But Nine was a different breed Not only did they ask for payment up front, they had doubled the price and tossed out a challenge: transfer the money within half an hour, or don’t bother. The message was clear-if you think it’s too expensive, don’t waste my time.
Now the money was gone, and Anthony hadn’t heard a single word back. Arrogant.
He pressed his tongue to his back teeth, fingers flying over the keyboard as he sent another friend request. One second passed, then two, then three… still nothing. Nine’s profile picture stayed gray.
Anthony’s brows drew together, his whole vibe turning icy, the kind of cold that made people want to clear out of the rooft. If Nine didn’t have Such alegendary reputation in the hacker world, he’d have thought they were just a scammer who took the money and ran.
A few moments later, Nine’s profile icon finally flickered online. The friend request went through. Anthony’s gaze sharpened, ready to type, but a message popped up first.
He clicked open the chat. Just one line.
“I don’t work at night. Don’t rush me.”
Unbelievable. No sense of professionalism at all. For a moment, he seriously
wondered if Nine was just a con artist after all.