Chapter 92
After a brief exchange, the call ended.
Ivan sent Carlisle his bank account information. Given their real–life acquaintance and the generous share of ten grand Carlisle offered, Ivan sided with him.
True to his word, Carlisle went to the bank and completed the transfer.
Back at the rental, Hank was busy fine–tuning the multiboxing software while Heath tirelessly set up new
accounts.
“Okay, done!” Hank declared, taking a sip of Chardonnay.
Heath handed Hank a notebook filled with the new accounts‘ information.
Soon all ten accounts were successfully logged in.
Next, Hank activated an auto–grind script and a speed booster hack. As he watched all ten accounts level up simultaneously, a grin appeared on Carlisle’s face.
But just then, all the accounts were forcibly logged out.
“What the hell? What’s going on?” Heath asked nervously.
Hank tried to log back in, only to be greeted with a system maintenance message.
“Don’t worry, it’s just routine maintenance!” Hank leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed. He blew a strand of hair out of his eyes. “After this update, I bet my cheats won’t work anymore!”
Heath handed Hank a cigarette. “With you as our ace, who needs to worry about updates?”
Hank lit the cigarette and took a deep drag, yawning. “I’m going to take a nap. Call me when the
maintenance is done!”
“Heath, you should get some rest as well!” After pulling an all–nighter, Carlisle felt fatigue set in.
“I’m not tired!” Heath grinned, feeling very energetic after receiving his share of twenty thousand.
Carlisle lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.
Heath, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, copied the multiboxing software and hacks from Hank’s computer to the other computers. Then he logged onto “The Mystical Journey’s” game forum to do some
research.
When Sean and the others woke up, Heath dragged them into learning about the game as well.
Meanwhile, at Islo Clothing, Lethan sat in his office. His face darkened as he looked at the photos on his
desk.
They were all explicit pictures of his wife and his close friend, whom he considered a brother.
Lethan’s face paled, and his hands shook as he opened the video attached to the email.
After watching the unbearably steamy video, he clenched his teeth so hard that they made a grinding
sound.
He couldn’t believe his usually pure and Innocent wife could behave so wildly in bed.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Lethan put the photos away, turned off the computer screen, and sald calmly, “Come In…”
A woman in a suit entered the office. She had a gentle smile on her face and was charmingly sweet.
“Honey, I’m going on a business trip to Fairville. Can you get John to drive me there?”
“Fairville is pretty far. You won’t be able to come back tonight, right?” Lethan said Indifferently.
Quinn Bailey lowered her eyes, seemingly guilty. “Yeah, I probably won’t be back until tomorrow night.”
Lethan slammed his hand down on the table. His eyes reddened with anger as he roared, “Quinn, how long are you going to keep deceiving me?”
The sudden outburst startled Quinn. She looked at Lethan, at a loss for words. “H–honey… what’s wrong with you?”
“Mr. Warbane, what’s happening?” John heard the commotion outside and rushed in.
Lethan opened the drawer, pulled out a stack of photos, and viciously threw them in Quinn’s face. Quinn and John were stunned when they saw the scandalous photos. Their eyes widened in shock.
