She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 448: The Second-Place Hacker

Chapter 448: The Second-place Hacker

Well, she was already late anyway.

Cheyenne decided to take off her white coat and opened the car door to get out... However, her legs, which had been bent for five hours, felt a bit numb.

She almost tripped and fell as soon as she took a step, but thankfully Kelvin caught her arm in time and supported her.

"Where are you going?"

"Home for dinner. It's already off work, why should I go to the hospital? I didn't eat enough at lunch... I don't want to stand here and freeze."

Kelvin was rendered speechless.

'Always thinking about eating except sleeping, that's the real Cheyenne. I wonder what those internet users who praise her as a goddess would think if they knew.'

In the end, Kelvin still walked her to the entrance of her villa.

He watched her leave gracefully, not even saying "thank you," let alone inviting him in for dinner.

...

The next day.

The sky was dim, and there were dark clouds densely spread across the sky. It seemed like it would rain soon, even in the early morning.

Layne sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, reading a medical book. Occasionally, he reached out and picked up the cup of strong tea on the table to take a sip.

In his line of sight, there was a white figure running up and down the stairs in the building.

"Cheyenne, could you stop pacing around? You're making my eyes blurry... Can't I just enjoy my morning tea and read a book in peace?"

Cheyenne's lips curled slightly, and she stepped on her flip-flops, making a "slap" sound as she walked.

"Hey, it's already 8:30. Why aren't you going to work, Cheyenne..."

"Grandpa, today is the weekend, I don't need to go to work."

She placed one hand on the armrest of the sofa and jumped from behind to the front, grabbing her bag that she had carelessly thrown on the sofa when she came back last night. She emptied the contents of the bag and searched through them.

Lipstick, wallet, ID... even the hair tie she used yesterday was there. How could the earring be missing?

Cheyenne carefully recalled what she wore yesterday, then quickly ran upstairs. The things from the sofa were there.

Layne looked at her unusual behavior in astonishment and couldn't help but ask, "Cheyenne, what are you doing?"

Her anxious voice came from the second-floor room, "Looking for something!"

It wasn't in the white coat either.

She searched the bed, under the bed, and even the bathroom, but there was no trace of the earring.

Cheyenne scratched her head, feeling frustrated, and sat on the carpet, tilting her head as she recalled yesterday's events.

Right, she was playing with the earring when she and Kelvin were having dinner at the restaurant.

Later, she went to the restroom but couldn't remember if she put the earring away because she received a call from Gordon and left in a hurry. She didn't notice the earring after leaving the restaurant and hadn't seen it since.

It should have been left on the table at the restaurant.

Oh no, there was only one earring... Could it have been mistaken for trash and thrown away by the restaurant staff?

But the earring was very important evidence.

Cheyenne didn't even have time to change her clothes, so she quickly grabbed her phone and ran out of the door.

Layne was dumbfounded again and shouted behind her, "Cheyenne, you stubborn girl, don't you want to take an umbrella?"

She seemed so agitated, unlike her usual self.

The drizzling rain fell from the sky, not heavy, but enough to wet someone's clothes.

Cheyenne stood by the roadside in her white cotton nightgown, her long hair cascading down, quickly drenching her clothes and making her hair cling to her back. The wind blew from beneath her skirt, rustling it.

"Excuse me, miss, where are you going?"

"The Foley Group."

She knew Kelvin well. This guy was a workholic and would work on weekends.

At the CEO's office of the Foley Group on the top floor, Kelvin sat behind his desk, earnestly working on his computer.

His slender fingers moved swiftly on the keyboard, so fast that they were almost invisible, leaving only a trail of afterimages.

At the same time, a storm was brewing on the Dark League forum. As soon as the players logged in, they saw a dazzling news.

"Look, Excalibur7, the second-place hacker, has logged in!"

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"At the Crystal Waters Server, Excalibur7 rewarded Mr. X, the first-place hacker, with 100 million! Damn!"

"Haven't seen him in three years, but when he appeared three years ago, he quickly rose to the second place. Now, he's offering such a high reward. Who is this Excalibur7?"

"He posted a red-level mission! The bounty is up to ten million. Let's go, everyone, let's take a look!"

The hidden hackers online couldn't sit still and started popping up one by one.

The Dark League's mission board was created by the customers themselves, with any amount of money and any type of task. From assassinating a national leader to hacking a social media account, there was a wide range of tasks.

The hackers who took the tasks had the freedom to choose based on their skills and preferences.

However, every time a transaction was completed, the system would deduct one percent as a service fee.

Don't underestimate this one percent, because high-difficulty tasks generally had high bounties. For example, the mission to assassinate Cheyenne was worth nine figures. Even one percent was in the seven- figure range.

Low-difficulty tasks were seldom released in the Dark League forum.

The task board was constantly updated and classified by difficulty into six levels: white, green, yellow, red, purple, and black.

The majority of tasks fell between the green and yellow levels. Once they entered the red zone, they required a seven-figure payment.

The darker the color, the higher the reward.

Only truly top-level hackers dared to take on missions in the black level.

Kelvin's task was quite simple: protect Cheyenne... He offered a reward of ten million to hire a special retired bodyguard.

Soon, two people private messaged him. One was named "Phantom". The information on his profile card showed he was thirty-four years old, male, with fifteen years of military history, and a former special forces soldier specializing in grappling techniques.

The other was a woman nicknamed "Spider", twenty-eight years old, who had infiltrated the Mafia for eight years.

She looked ordinary in the photo, but exuded a strong iron and blood aura that showed her dominance as a woman.

After considering for a while, Kelvin found it inconvenient to choose Phantom as he was a man, and he didn't trust leaving a man by Cheyenne's side, considering her tempting appearance.

In the end, he chose Spider.

After their conversation, he transferred three million as a deposit.

He casually hacked into the internal system of the Parry Group, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips. He stared at the fluctuating K-line on the computer screen, and only when it started to shake and plumme did he stop perfectly.

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