Husband With Benefits

Kael stared at the zoomed-in pictures in his hands, shaking his head in frustration. How was it possible that they hadn’t been able to find anything useful? The cart had mysteriously disappeared as soon as it reached the basement, and none of the other employees seemed to have any knowledge of these two individuals. He continued zooming in, desperately trying to make out the features of the person in the photo, but it was impossible to get a clear identification.

"Sir, we’ve started transferring the money into the accounts as per your instructions," his head of security reported. "Additionally, Prince Rafe has received your message and has initiated the process to freeze those accounts in the respective countries. By the time these individuals attempt to access the money and make their escape, their accounts will already be frozen."

Kael rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Unless they try to transfer it immediately," he murmured.

The security agent shook his head, quick to reassure him. "Even if they attempt to transfer the funds right away, the transaction won’t go through. Evana Frost sent over a message that her husband has already hacked into the bank servers and flagged the accounts. Any movement will trigger alerts."

Kael couldn’t help but shake his head in mild exasperation. He glanced at his security chief with a rueful smile. "It’s tough trying to play the hero and rescue the damsel in distress when she’s got that kind of support, isn’t it?"

The security head hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. "To an ordinary person, the Frosts might come across as just simple, wealthy people—not too flashy, just rich. But when push comes to shove, you can feel the ripple effects of their influence and power. It’s subtle until it isn’t. They are quite deceptive."

Kael sighed deeply, his eyes lingering on the photos once more before he abruptly stood up. There was no point in just staring at these images; they weren’t going to give him the answers he needed. Pacing across the room, he felt a restless energy building up inside him.

He needed to do something—anything tangible so that he would feel reassured that Dora would return to him soon. But what?

As if in response to his silent question, his phone rang, cutting through the tense silence. The screen flashed an unrecognizable number, and instinctively he knew, it had to be them.

The moment he answered, the same mechanical voice came through," We’ve already seen the payment start to come through. Only half of it’s done. What about the rest?"