CHAPTER 28 Decker’s Connections
Ar moon se frank fung up the phone e immediately called the police tech
“Can you trace the address and registration details of this phone number?”
About five minutes later, the tech team called back
“Agent, this is a disposable phone number with no registered ID, and we couldn’t trace the address”
Frank calmly hung up the phone.
He pulled out a cigarette.
The smoke swirled around, blurring the email interface on his computer.
There was a new, unread email.
Frank had expected this outcome.
If Scorpion could be traced so easily, she wouldn’t be the “Medusa” leading the Scorpion Mercenary Group.
Meanwhile, at Decker’s house.
Dozens of people gathered in the small living room on the first floor, their faces full of flattery, congratulating Decker on his award.
“You always know what to do, Professor. Now your past issues can be covered up,” one of Decker’s students said with a smile.
Decker held a glass of red wine under his nose, inhaling deeply the rich aroma, his eyes filled with satisfaction. Who even knew that witness? A few hundred bucks would get rid of her!
People who had previously distanced themselves from Decker now gathered around him again.
“We’re just waiting for the detective competition now.”
Upstairs, Decker’s trusted students and subordinates were laughing together.
However, not everyone looked happy.
One of Decker’s earliest colleagues, named Brown, was there. Brown’s son, Sari, was the one who had gone to trouble Madame Kashi and ended up in the hospital.
“Mr. Decker, Sari is still in the hospital. The doctor says it’s a comminuted fracture.”
Brown’s face was grim.
His son had only gone to deliver something, and now he was hospitalized?
Brown had been following Decker for a long time. D <er couldn’t easily abandon him, so Brown still had some influence.
“It’s fine.” Decker glanced at Brown, smiling, “I know you’re worried about your son. Here’s a million dollars. Get Sari a good doctor and let him rest for three months to recover.”
Brown felt the compensation was a bit low.
Decker looked at him, smiling, but his eyes held no warmth.
Brown had to accept it.
Just then, the door was slammed open with a bang.
“You’re still throwing a party here? Your pants are about to be pulled down.”
Decker’s face turned pale.
Who would dare disrespect him like this?
He turned and saw Bessimo Harris walking in, sitting on the sofa uninvited, and grabbing several glasses of wine from a waiter, drinking them down.
Decker stood up in surprise, “You’re here! Quick! Pour Mr. Harris some wine!”
Bessimo waved a hand, and the person behind him threw a stack of documents on the table, sneering, “Frank has found your weak spot and reported it.”
Decker clenched his fists, “Frank! He must have a death wish!”
Bessimo laughed coldly, smashing his glass on the floor!
It’s you who doesn’t want to keel Fool fan only cover this once! You need to fis the mess you created!”
Decker was stunned, “Mr Harris, this! This isn’t what we agreed on!”
“The situation has changed! Do you know how complete his evidence is? Even the best lawyers in Q country can’t defend your
Bessimo stood up, looking at Decker, his tone softening, “Frank can’t take significant action for a month, but that’s only a month!”
“That’s the best I can do for you.”
With that, Bessimo turned and walked out.
The room fell silent.
“Clean up your act! Just this once!”
At the door, Bessimo turned back, scolding the slumped Decker.
Decker nodded quickly, hope returning to his desperate eyes.
“After some time, when things have calmed down, you can continue.”
“This year’s FBI selection will be postponed.”
Decker respectfully saw his superior off, his face gloomy.
Bessimo’s demands were too great!
He had already given countless amounts of money, jewelry, and various collectibles!
Even when Frank was closely watching him, Bessimo still demanded more money!
Decker was furious.
But he had no choice. Without Bessimo, he’d still be in jail…
Never mind!
Nothing had happened for decades; this time wouldn’t be different! South District.
At 2 p.m., Emil appeared punctually at Irene’s door.
The weather was hot, and his face was sweaty.
The boy’s expression was nervous. He took a deep breath, raising his hand to knock
Unexpectedly, the door opened immediately.
trene stood there smiling, their faces close, causing Emil to step back. repeatedly, his face turning red.
So cute.
Irene smiled and invited Emil in.
The house was cozy, and Emil looked around while sitting on the sofa.
But it didn’t seem like Irene’s style.
A cold soda was pressed against Emil’s cheek, making him shiver. He looked up to see Irene’s smiling face.
“What are you looking at?”
“Irene, I didn’t expect you to be such a homely woman.”
Irene didn’t respond. When he looked, she was raising an eyebrow at him, making him stutter, “No, I mean…”
The phone rang.
Irene went to the kitchen to answer it. It was Emma.
“Irene, as expected, someone in the FBI intercepted Frank’s investigation. request.”
“Is there evidence of this?”
“Good.”
“Send this out as well.
Irene lit a cigarette, the white smoke curling as her red lips curled up.
“Still too young.”
Irene stubbed out the cigarette, picturing Frank’s tall, handsome, stern face.
She turned and met Emil’s gaze as he peeked into the kitchen.
Emil quickly turned away.
Then, feeling guilty, he turned back to meet her eyes.
Irene laughed joyfully.
So cute.
But those who saw the email weren’t as happy.
First, the firewall was inexplicably breached. After the intruder arrogantly left evidence, they silently exited.
Once all the holes were patched, a few people noticed the new email in their
inbox.
Their faces changed immediately.
The earlier hacker intrusion seemed trivial now.
“Investigate immediately! Keep this confidential. If it leaks, you’ll resign! Interview all involved personnel!”
Many people would have sleepless nights.
After teasing Emil, Irene picked up a paintbrush, adding touches to her new artwork, satisfied with the result.
She stood and stretched, her curves visible even in her loose pajamas.
The stars were dense in the dark blue sky.
“Goodnight.”
Irene stood by the window, her reflection in the glass. She smiled softly.
