Chapter twenty-nine:《The Vanished clues》

The Mysterious Disappearance of Trail

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The holographic display flickered, mocking them with its stark emptiness.

Ethan slammed his fist on the sleek table, the reverberation echoing the frustration that clawed at his throat.

"Dead end. Just… gone. Like a digital ghost."

Violet, ever the picture of serene composure, ran a hand through her impossibly smooth hair.

Even in the dimly lit war room of his penthouse, she radiated an almost ethereal glow.

But Ethan knew better.

Beneath that calm exterior churned a mind sharper than any razor.

"It's like they knew we were coming," Violet mused, her voice a low, melodic hum.

The scent of her perfume, a subtle blend of jasmine and danger, filled his senses.

"Too clean. Too efficient."

Ethan swiveled his chair, the leather creaking in protest.

He stared out at the glittering cityscape, the twinkling lights doing little to soothe his mounting anxiety.

Julian Thorne was still out there, pulling strings, and they were stumbling in the dark.

"So, what? We just throw our hands up and say, 'Oh well, Thorne wins'?" He couldn't.

Wouldn't.

Not when he was this close to exposing the man.

Violet rose and walked towards the window, her reflection merging with the urban sprawl.

"Not at all. We simply need to change our approach. Go for the side quest, if you will."

Ethan raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Side quest? You're talking like we're in a freakin' RPG."

A hint of a smile played on her lips.

"Aren't we? Life is just one big MMORPG, darling. And right now, we need to grind some levels on a mini-boss."

He chuckled, the sound rough around the edges.

Only Violet could make a high-stakes corporate takedown sound like a video game.

"Okay, I'll bite. Who's our mini-boss?"

"Remember Cassandra Bellweather?" Violet asked, turning back to him, her eyes gleaming with strategic fire.

"The one who's been practically throwing herself at you during those trade negotiations."

Ethan frowned.

Cassandra.

Beautiful, ambitious, and definitely not subtle.

"What about her? She's annoying, but I don't see her as some criminal mastermind."

"Maybe not a mastermind, but definitely a useful pawn," Violet countered smoothly.

"She's got motive – jealousy. Opportunity – her proximity to you. And, I suspect, a connection to Thorne we haven't uncovered yet."

Ethan hesitated.

"Going after Cassandra… it feels like a distraction. Thorne is the real target."

"Think of it as flushing out the rats," Violet said, her voice laced with steel.

"Sometimes, you have to poke around in the shadows to see what scurries out."

He studied her, seeing the unwavering conviction in her eyes.

Against his better judgment, he found himself nodding.

"Alright. Let's poke some rats. But if this blows up in our faces…"

"Then we'll deal with the fallout," Violet finished, stepping closer and placing a reassuring hand on his arm.

"Together. Always." Her touch sent a jolt through him, a reminder of what was at stake – not just his company, but his heart.

***

The attack hit like a digital tsunami.

One moment, Ethan's top-tier cybersecurity team was monitoring the usual background noise of corporate espionage; the next, every system in Thorne Industries was flashing red.

"We've got a breach!" barked Marcus, Ethan's head of security, his face illuminated by a dozen screens.

"They're targeting our servers, trying to wipe everything!"

Ethan's blood ran cold.

This wasn't just a routine hack; this was a coordinated assault, designed to cripple his company and bury any evidence they were gathering.

"Where's it coming from?"

"Masked IP address," Marcus snapped, fingers flying across the keyboard.

"They're using a VPN, bouncing the signal across multiple servers… Damn, they're good."

"Good isn't good enough," Ethan growled.

"I want them found. Now."

Violet watched the chaos unfold with an unsettling calmness.

"They're trying to scare us off Cassandra," she observed, her voice cutting through the tension.

"Which means we're on the right track."

"Easier said than done," Ethan replied, his jaw clenched.

"These guys are pros."

"So are we," Violet said, a sly glint in her eyes.

"Let's show them what we're made of."

While Ethan's team battled the digital invaders, Violet slipped away, her fingers dancing across her own encrypted laptop.

Ethan didn't know how she had learnt these skills, but she was more than proficient at whatever she did.

Minutes stretched into an eternity as the battle raged, the air thick with the scent of burnt circuits and desperation.

Just when it seemed like they were about to lose ground, Violet let out a triumphant cry.

"I've got them!" she announced, her voice ringing with victory.

"I've traced the signal back to its source. It's a burner server located in… well, this is interesting."

"Where?" Ethan demanded, his voice hoarse.

Violet smirked.

"A company owned by… Cassandra Bellweather."

The pieces clicked into place.

Cassandra wasn't just a jealous admirer; she was an active participant in Thorne's scheme.

With the hacker's location pinpointed, Ethan's team moved swiftly.

Within minutes, they had not only shut down the attack but also extracted valuable data from the server – emails, financial records, and encrypted messages that painted a damning picture of Cassandra's involvement and, more importantly, her communication with Julian Thorne.

"Jackpot," Ethan said, a grim satisfaction washing over him.

"Looks like our mini-boss just dropped some serious loot."

The evidence was damning.

Cassandra had been funneling information to Thorne, sabotaging Ethan's deals, and generally making his life a living hell.

And now, it was time for her to pay the piper.

Ethan and Violet arrived at Cassandra's opulent penthouse overlooking the city.

The air inside was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the faint hum of a hidden sound system.

Cassandra greeted them with a practiced smile, her eyes flicking nervously between them.

"Ethan, darling! What a pleasant surprise," she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

"And Violet, how lovely to see you. What brings you both here?"

Ethan cut straight to the chase.

He threw a data stick onto the glass coffee table, the thud echoing in the silent room.

"This brings us here, Cassandra. Care to explain?"

Cassandra's eyes widened as she recognized the device.

Her carefully constructed facade began to crumble, revealing the panic beneath.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, her voice losing its practiced lilt.

Violet stepped forward, her gaze unwavering.

"Don't insult our intelligence, Cassandra. We know everything. Your connection to Thorne, the hacking attack, the sabotage… it's all here."

Cassandra's shoulders slumped, her defiance melting away.

"Alright, you got me," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

"But I did it for him! He promised me…"

"Promised you what, Cassandra?" Ethan interrupted, his voice dangerously low.

"A seat at the table? A piece of the pie?"

Cassandra hesitated, her eyes darting nervously towards the hallway.

"He… he said he'd make me a partner. That we could rule Thorne Industries together."

Ethan snorted.

"You fell for that? Thorne doesn't share power. He uses people, then discards them."

"I… I thought I could trust him," Cassandra whimpered, tears streaming down her face.

"Trust is a luxury you can't afford in this world, Cassandra," Violet said, her voice surprisingly gentle.

"Especially when dealing with men like Julian Thorne."

Ethan leaned in, his eyes locking onto Cassandra's.

"Tell us everything you know about Thorne's plan. Every detail, every connection, every dirty little secret."

Cassandra swallowed hard, her gaze shifting between Ethan and Violet.

She knew she was trapped, with no way out.

"I… I don't know where to start…"

"Start with the name of his contact at the shipping port," Violet suggested softly.

Cassandra gasped.

"How did you know about that?"

"We know more than you think," Ethan said, his voice like steel.

"Now, tell us the name."

Cassandra opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, a voice boomed from the doorway.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, darling."

All three turned to see a tall, imposing figure standing in the entrance, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

Julian Thorne.