Chapter 1180:
The idea that Elena could be with Torin without harboring hatred struck Elyse as impossible. Determined to see Elena suffer, she wouldn’t let it go. She needled Elena. “You claimed to love Wesley, right? So why is his death still unavenged? Torin’s in Yoswye—go put an end to him if you have the nerve. What? The thought of dying terrifies you? Or could it be Torin’s wealth and status as the Duke of Blackwood have you hooked? I get it, though. Anyone would want a powerful, attractive man. With Wesley gone, what’s stopping you?”
“Shut your damned mouth!” Elena sprang forward, her hands clamping tightly around Elyse’s neck. “If you think you can rattle me, you’ll have to do better than that.”
Elyse’s skin flushed as she struggled to breathe, desperation in her eyes.
A moment later, Elena released her grip. “If I find out you’ve lied to me, I’ll send you to hell myself.”
Stellaruxe Hotel faded behind Elena as she returned to her room, powering up an old hacking setup that had long collected dust.
Desperation guided her hands. She threw caution to the wind. Breaking through the security barriers, she infiltrated the firewalls of every ship navigating international waters near Yoswye, hijacking their surveillance networks. With ruthless precision, she struck. The ships’ digital defenses crumbled without resistance.
Within moments, chaos spread as alarms blared across dozens of ships. Crew members scrambled, convinced they faced a pirate invasion.
Her actions didn’t escape notice for long. The Yoswye military detected the intrusion right away. A team of cybersecurity specialists scrambled to contain the breach, though not a single one could rival Elena’s skill. Then realization dawned on someone monitoring the crisis.
“It’s El!”
“No one else could pull off a hack like this!”
“El is unstoppable—there’s nobody out there who can bring El down!”
Seated at the head of a polished conference table, Torin flicked his lighter open and shut, his face betraying nothing. He knew it was Elena. The only question was: what did she want?
Keeping a level head, Torin issued his orders. “If you can’t block her, then don’t waste your time. Focus on figuring out her objective.”
𝖀𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖌⍺𝖑𝖓Ⲟ𝗏𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖈𝗈𝗺
Meanwhile, out on the open sea, aboard a lavish yacht, a man lounged on a spacious bed, oblivious to the storm Elena had set in motion. Sharp angles defined
His face, almost ghostly in its pallor, exuded an air of authority even in repose, as if it were a shadow that clung to him.
Chaos brewed just beyond his door.
Panic rang out. “We’ve lost navigation! Systems are down! We’re under attack from a hacker!”
With deliberate slowness, the man lifted his eyelids, revealing eyes so dark and unfathomable that they seemed to swallow the light.
The man moved slowly, pushing himself upright. His black shirt hung loosely around his shoulders, revealing the defined muscles of his upper body. A stark white bandage wrapped tightly around his waist, with a faint spot of red beginning to seep through.
Wesley, the man in question, appeared pale from blood loss, yet his striking features retained their handsome edge.
As he finished sitting up, a breathtaking woman in a graceful gown entered the room. “You’re still not healed,” she remarked, her voice filled with concern. “The doctor said you need to lie down and rest. Why are you getting up now?” Her brows furrowed in worry, and for a moment, her eyes softened with concern.
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