Sion went straight home. When he parked the car downstairs, he turned off the engine and sat in the car. His hand casually rested on the window sill as he took out a cigarette from his pocket.


    He didn’t usually smoke, but at this moment, there was nowhere for him to release his disappointment except through nicotine. After finishing the cigarette, he leaned back in his seat and took a deep breath. In no time at all, he adjusted his state of mind and got out of the car to stride upstairs.


    In the room, Theodore was typing away on aputer with great concentration. The sunlight shone diagonally through the window onto his back, as hey on the bed in a familiar posture that would make anyputer expert marvel at howfortable he looked while working.


    As Sion walked into the room, this was what greeted him.


    “Momo, what are you looking at?”


    Theodore looked up suddenly when he saw Sion appear at the door and quickly closed theptop. He had been so focused that he hadn’t even heard hime in.


    Had Sion seen what he was doing?


    “I-I wasn’t doing anything important. I just clicked twice and an ad popped up.” Theodore rolled over nervously onto a sitting position while trying to look innocent with every fibre of his being.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.


    “An ad?” Sion’s face showed suspicion as he approached the bed, while his gaze fell upon theptop. He thought he had seen some codes on the screen.


    “Let me help you next time when you see an ad, okay?”


    Finally, Sion still insisted that a five-year-old kid like Morgan could not understand somethingplex like codes. Sion shook his head before pulling Theodore into an embrace saying, “What do you want to watch? I can find it for you.”


    Hisputer was usually kept in his study. And he thought the child must want to watch cartoons or animations. Theodore responded with a brilliant grin. “Daddy, I want to watch cartoons!”


    This boy didn’t like watching cartoons, he was just pretending to deceive Sion. Sion would probably never know that he was the hacker who attacked hispany.


    Sion smiled and patted his head before turning on theputer and searching for an animation page.


    Suddenly, another idea crossed his mind. The hacker who had previously attacked thepany’s servers had such impressive skills that he might help find Nevaeh’s whereabouts.


    “Momo, can you use the tablet first?”


    With this thought in mind, he needed to verify it. “Dad needs to use theputer for now. You can use itter.”


    “Okay!”


    Theodore quickly agreed. Anyway, he had already closed the previous page so there should be no trace of him using it left behind for Sion to discover. He quickly slid off the bed and ran over to grab a tablet from a small bag in the living room as Sion walked out into his study room.


    Sitting on the sofa, Theodore breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily there were no signs of suspicion from Sion yet.


    Once back in his study room, Sion opened hisptop and tried some operations until suddenly something caught his eye-the hacker’s ount.


    Since theirpany was hacked by hackers before, Sion taught himself someputer skills so that they wouldn’t be caught off guard again if something simr happened again. He didn’t expect these newly acquired skills woulde in handy so soon though.


    That hacker had good technical abilities; even their technology department couldn’t track down their location but could still contact them directly through private messaging.


    Theodore was working on designing code in the living room when suddenly he received a private message from someone named Carroll.


    Theodore looked towards where Sion’s study room, wondering if it was Sion who sent him the message.


    He rubbed hands together and replied to the message, reading, “What’s up?”


    Sion intuitively feels that the hacker might be a middle-aged man. He rubbed his chin and wrote out a sentence.


    “I have someone I must find as soon as possible, and I wonder if Mr T can help me with this task. The amount ofpensation is up to you.”


    T was Theodore’s online alias.


    Theodore couldn’t help butugh when he saw Sion show such respect by calling him Mr T. He wondered how exciting it would be when Sion found out the truth.


    The little boy made a face towards the study and then lowered his head to reply to the message, “You think you’re something just because you have money? Do you want me to do something for you with money? How naive.”


    For a moment, Sion didn’t know how to continue the conversation.


    After thinking for a moment, Sion replied, “Alternatively, I can promise any real estate or cruise ships both domestically and internationally, as long as you desire them.”


    Theodore replied, “Oh, so what?”


    Sion was a little helpless to see that Mr Twas not moved by this.


    Did he have a grudge against the wealthy?


    Was attacking thepany just because he couldn’t stand that he was rich?


    Otherwise, he could find no other reason to exin.


    He was in distress, but suddenly Mr T sent another message, reading, “I can help you, but you have to promise me one condition after the matter is settled.”


    Theodore knew it was a good chance.


    His sudden change of mind caught Sion off guard for a moment, but soon Sion reacted and agreed directly.


    From Sion’s perspective, Mr T was indifferent even towards money, which suggested that he was a reasonable person and unlikely to make any unreasonable demands. And now, finding Nevaeh was the most important thing for him.


    With the sessful cooperation achieved, Sion exited the hidden interface with satisfaction.


    He rxed and looked out the window, his ck eyes reflecting a mysterious halo in the sunlight, making it impossible for anyone to peek inside.


    He wanted Nevaeh to pay the consequences for what she had done.