Chapter 169
Charlotte grabbed a pillow and tucked it behind her neck, her eyes cold and sharp, practically warning anyone to stay away. For years, nobody had managed to trace her ID, much less break through her firewall. She frowned, her fingers flying across the keyboard, blocking his attacks and at the same time, tracing his ID.
A mechanical voice sounded on Anthony’s computer. “First layer of your firewall is about to be breached.”
He froze for a second, eyes narrowing. Was she really turning his tricks back on him? He couldn’t help but be curious. He wanted to see just how skilled Nine really
was.
“Firewall breach imminent.”
“Firewall defense successful.”
Both rooms in the same villa echoed with system alerts. Neither side could get the upper hand.
Charlotte paused, ice in her eyes, then sat up straight, the air around her charged with frustration. Enough was enough.
A few minutes later, his firewall finally gave in, his ID popping up on her screen.
Location: Cabinda, Imperial Heights, just 10 meters away.
Imperial Heights? Only ten meters?
Charlotte blinked, surprise flickering across her face. She tossed her phone aside, threw off her blanket, and marched straight to the study.
The door was cracked open. She could see Anthony at his desk. Just then, his computer chimed, “Firewall has been breached.”
So the guy who spent two hundred million to find her, the one who made her lose the game, was Anthony.
Charlotte stood there, silent. She didn’t know whether to be mad or to laugh. She’d just made two hundred million off Anthony.
Anthony looked up, catching her standing in the doorway, clearly annoyed. His expression changed, eyes dark and unreadable. “Lottie?” he called out softly.
He glanced at the clock. It wasn’t even midnight yet.
“You’re up early,” he teased, a small smile on his lips as he met her gaze. “And you’re in the wrong room.”
Charlotte didn’t get what he meant, just stared at him for a moment before saying, completely deadpan, “Nothing.”
Her hands ached. She was annoyed. She didn’t want to talk about it.
She turned to leave, but suddenly, she felt him close in. Next thing she knew she was swept up into his arms Anthony’s voice was low and gentle. “Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”
He carried her to the sofa and sat down, settling her on his lap. He lifted her chin
with his finger and saw her lips pressed tight, obviously upset.
“What’s wrong? Who made you mad?”
Charlotte glared at him, not bothering to hide her attitude.
“Tell me who bothered you. I’ll handle it, Anthony said, his voice soft and soothing. After a moment, he gently took her foot in his hand “Are you cold?” His tone was almost ridiculously tender.
Charlotte pursed her lips, her anger fading. She stretched out her hands and wiggled her fingers. “Rub them.”
So that was it? She was really just being a little dramatic.
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Anthony’s smile returned, a mix of helplessness and affection. He took her hands in his and started rubbing them gentle and patient “How about now? Feel better?
Charlotte blinked, let out a tiny yawn, her eyes watery and red at the corners,
looking pitiful. “I want to sleep.”