Trapped in Love By Kitty Song
Chatper 902

Chapter 902

Alan glanced at his phone and answered the incoming call.

“Mr. Hendrix! Last night, I successfully breached the opposing party’s firewall and stumbled upon a

confidential document!” Alan declared in Ylesirese.

Hector’s expression darkened as he retorted, “How dare you take matters into your own hands without

my orders?!”

Alan hesitated for a moment before responding. “Mr. Hendrix, I just want to help.”

Seating himself on the sofa, Hector asked, “What kind of confidential document is it?”

“It’s about brain–machine interface technology! Worried about potential tracking, I withdrew after a brief

examination,” Alan explained.

“Brain–machine interface? Have you seen this document before?” Hector asked.

“No, this is the first time! I checked, and obtaining a patent for it is highly challenging, Mr. Hendrix. MK is the sole

company working on this technology! Acquiring it would be highly beneficial for you!” Alan

exclaimed.

Hector acknowledged, “Indeed.”

As the echoes of his voice faded, the sound of a clacking keyboard filled the air.

Excitedly, Alan stated, “I’ll retrieve the confidential document for you, sir! Please reward me once I

succeed!”

Hector frowned instantly, cautioning, “Don’t do it!”

“Why not, Mr. Hendrix?” Alan questioned, undeterred as he continued typing.

Alan’s inner thoughts revealed his determination. ‘The possession of this item will ensure a carefree life for me! I

won’t let such a good opportunity go to waste just because he told me, right?‘

“They’ve just uploaded it. It’s clearly a trap,” Hector explained.

“No, Mr. Hendrix! I’m sure they’re trying to disperse it! Besides, their technology is subpar. Trust me. I can

retrieve it easily!” Alan insisted.

Noticing Alan’s ignorance, Hector angrily ordered, “I’m ordering you to stop!”

The last keyboard clack resonated as Alan triumphantly said, “Mr. Hendrix, I’ve successfully stolen it! I’m

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Alan stopped mid–sentence.

“How is it destroyed?!” Alan anxiously questioned.

He began typing frantically. “It can’t possibly be destroyed! They… Fuck! My computer!”

Hector’s expression turned cold. “Alan!”

“Mr. Hendrix! My computer is malfunctioning! There are codes I can’t modify!” Alan panicked.

Hector’s solemn presence filled the room gradually. “Perhaps it’s time to think about how you wish to die,

Alan!”

Hector hung up abruptly and dialed another number.