Chapter 42: The wet dream
At Augustine’s house...
After freshening up, Anne stepped out of the bathroom and settled onto the bed with her laptop. She held up the pen drive between her fingers, an unwavering determination flashing in her sharp eyes.
"Denis," she murmured. "This is just the beginning. As long as you keep me around you, I’ll make sure you regret it."
Plugging the pen drive into the laptop, her fingers flew across the keyboard. Within moments, she bypassed the security barriers and infiltrated Becca’s account.
Anne had always kept her hacking skills a secret, never intending to use them for revenge. But Denis’s betrayal, his cruelty, and his refusal to bring the true culprit to justice had left her with no choice.
She smirked dangerously. "Becca, you stabbed me in the back and tried to ruin me. Now, it’s your turn to feel the burn. You picked the wrong person to cross, and I promise you—this will be your downfall."
With calculated precision, she transferred the confidential project data from Becca’s account to a rival company’s server. The moment the files were uploaded, she leaned back on the headboard, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.
"Let’s see how you talk your way out of this, Becca," she muttered, shutting the laptop. "And Denis... get ready for the storm."
Stretching her arms above her head, she let out a contented sigh.
"Now, I can finally get a good night’s sleep."
Anne curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow. Exhaustion finally took over, and she drifted into sleep. But it was far from peaceful.