Chapter 220

Vivian Laurent had been working nonstop lately.

Top hospitals competed to invite her for consultations, specifically requesting her expertise on complex cases. In the operating room, her slender fingers wielded the scalpel with effortless precision. Though surrounded by observing doctors, she remained completely focused.

"Watch this area closely," she murmured, the blade deftly avoiding blood vessels. "This angle provides the safest incision."

She had assigned Finn Deross several simple missions. Before his departure, Vivian personally taught him shooting techniques.

"Remember, seek cover first when in danger." She pressed the pistol into Finn's palm. "Staying alive is priority."

The apartment felt unnaturally quiet without Finn. Vivian lay in bed scrolling through her phone, the screen's glow illuminating her face.

Was Ethan Roscente still in Eudora?

She abruptly sat up and retrieved her laptop from the nightstand. Her slender fingers flew across the keyboard as lines of code rapidly scrolled.

"Interesting." A faint smile touched her lips as she studied Roscente Group's firewall.

The encryption system had become significantly more sophisticated since last time. Excitement flickered in Vivian's eyes as her typing accelerated.

"Triple-layer nesting," she murmured. "Quite the hiding place."

Forty minutes later, the system crumbled under her assault. Alarm sirens blared through Roscente's server room as all systems crashed simultaneously.

Vivian arched an eyebrow. "Quick response."

She was about to restore the systems when she froze. The encryption style felt... familiar.

"King?" she whispered.

Meanwhile, at Roscente headquarters.

Ethan's phone vibrated incessantly. His expression darkened as he read the security alert.

"Impossible." He immediately accessed his computer. "No one breaches this firewall."

Yet the evidence stared back at him. More startling—the crashed servers were automatically rebooting.

"What the hell?" Ethan narrowed his eyes. "Is this a challenge?"

He dialed Patrick Alpinus without hesitation. A groggy voice answered.

"Any progress tracking Queen?" Ethan demanded.

"Boss, it's 3 AM..." Patrick yawned. "That woman's more elusive than a fox. No trails whatsoever."

Ethan studied the vanishing digital footprints on his screen, his gaze inscrutable.

"Keep digging," he ordered coldly. "I will uncover who did this."