Under the Heiress' Facade

Hera replied, "What's going on?"

"Boss, you're finally online! I was starting to think you got caught."

Leon's reply came quickly.

He then sent over a link to a post on Cyber Web titled, "Satellite UTA-224 Hacked, Miridian Seeks Hacker 'Raven' Through International Police".

"Why did you hack a satellite out of the blue?" Leon asked.

Hera glanced at the post's content and then replied to Leon.

Raven: "Oh, that. It was an emergency. I just borrowed their satellite to take a picture."

Piglet: "Why didn't you just fly up and shake hands with the sun while you're at it? But seriously, according to sources, another hacker also hacked UTA-224.

"They got lucky and escaped identification, unlike you. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from them. You should probably stay offline for a while and lie low."

Raven: "Okay. Logging off then."

Hera felt a bit stressed when she saw the post's high view and comment count. Since that post was trending, she wondered if S had seen it. She considered apologizing in advance.

She exited her chat with Piglet and found her chat with S. Their last conversation was when S had sent her Queenie's information. They hadn't been in contact since.

She sent a kneeling sticker but got no reply. She figured that S was probably not online yet and was unaware of the situation.

Just then, Leon messaged again.

"Wait, one more thing. Remember Amelia Gaskell, the Gaskell family's heiress? She needs help recovering data from a phone memory card. Interested?"

Hera thought for a second. Recovering memory card data was a basic task. She wondered why Amelia was asking her for help.

Raven: "Why don't you do it yourself? Don't you like money in your pocket?"

Piglet: "I do. And I've already had her

insert the memory card into the computer. I tried remotely, but it can't be recovered. The memory card has been encrypted and set to be permanently unrecoverable.

"She seemed really desperate. She asked you to name your price. She's tried others, but no one could help her. It's been three days, and she hasn't posted the job on the mission board, so the data must be even more sensitive than the last hack on the Gaskells."

Raven: "When did she contact you?"

Piglet: "Let me check... December 26th, 7:00 pm."Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Seeing the date and time, Hera

recalled that Amelia had stormed off

after

ting her that morning. I

7:00 pm, she had fled to the

큽니

mountains. Instead of returning to the mountains, Amelia was seeking data recovery help.

Hera remembered Isabella's email about something buried under a tree. Her eyes narrowed as she typed, "I'll accept the job, but no remote work. Have her send the card to you. I'll come to you."

"Got it," Leon replied.

While Leon was still typing, the bathroom door suddenly opened. Hera quickly switched her WhatsApp back to her personal account.

Standing at the bathroom door, Bernard unfastened his cufflinks with one hand. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his long, slender arms. "Do you want a bath or just a rubdown?" he asked.

The question, paired with his actions, made Hera feel like a child about to be bathed by a parent.

She had been bedridden for three days and was eager to move around.

"A bath."

As she started to get up, Bernard swiftly crossed the room and scooped her up.

Hera gave a small gasp and struggled.

"What are you doing? Put me down."

Holding her securely, Bernard headed to the bathroom.

"You're still recovering. I'll carry you."