Chapter 339
Chapter 339 Episode 041 Hutchinson Begs Not to Tease (6)
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Glancing at the young man who was wincing in pain, Glenn Hutchinson pulled out his mobile phone and made a call. The other party had just about started to speak when he cut them off, his voice cold, "Pull out your company’s surveillance footage."
With that, he abruptly hung up the call.
On the other end of the call: "..."
Damn, could he not let one finish their sentence?
"Password."
Picking up a mobile phone from the young man, Flossie Wright unlocked the screen to reveal a pattern lock. She unconsciously furrowed her brows, handing the phone back to the young man.
The young man shot her an irritated glance. He didn’t spare the screen even a glance, making absolutely no move to reveal his password.
They beat him up and now have the audacity to ask for his password?
But to his surprise, Flossie Wright didn’t insist. She simply took back the phone, pressed a few buttons, and within two minutes, she had effortlessly removed the pattern lock, successfully accessing the phone in front of him.
Watching her bypass his password left the young man seething, but he soon managed a scornful laugh. After all, he made it a habit to delete messages. No matter how hard she searched, she would find nothing.
But the next moment, news hit him like a bolt from the blue—
The phone vibrated subtly, signifying the arrival of a new message.
As the young man’s heart involuntarily tightened, he tried to sneak a peek at the message notification on the phone. Flossie Wright seemed to intentionally let him see the message, and he read every single word clearly.
Noticing the language of the message, he exhaled a quiet sigh of relief.
The language used here was very obscure, and no one would learn it unless necessary. The message was only asking for an update and did not give away much information. Even if someone understood it, they would not be able to decipher much unless they had asked the right questions in the same language. Misused expressions could easily give them away.
What caught him off guard more was what came next.
Flossie Wright casually toyed with the phone, her fingers flying swiftly over the screen so quickly it was hard to make out what she was typing. All the young man could see was Flossie pressing the send button.
Damn, she knew the language!
It took a while for the surprise to fade, and the young man scoffed softly, then looked disdainfully at Flossie who was squatting nearby.
Even if she had learned the language, it featured a variety of dialects and unique structures that were not easily comprehended or used by a regular person. Being able to infer the meanings did not necessarily mean she could construct sentences in it.
She was seeking her own downfall!
No sooner had he solidified this belief, when the phone buzzed with another incoming message. Flossie scanned the new text, quickly typed a response, and from then on, she did not let him spy on the screen again, keeping him completely in the dark as to what they were discussing.
This happened a few times, and the young man’s concern grew stronger each time.
It couldn’t be...
Could it really be?
The young man broke out in a cold sweat.
Little did he know, even though Flossie Wright wasn’t in their circle of assassins, her knowledge was wide-ranging and extensive. She had studied many obscure languages and knew a variety of clandestine trade methods. Many of the tools needed for their work were similar, allowing her to self-learn. It was effortless for her to impersonate the young man and glean some information.
— End of Chapter 339 —