Billionaire Assassin

Chapter 11: Impersonating Secret Heart

"I didn't think that a little girl like you, with little contact and collective activity in the world, could think so thoroughly." Casey Owen laughed. He hissed, puffing out smoke.

Teddie Berry came from afar and motioned to Aurora Ward. She said goodbye to Casey Owen and went to Teddie Berry's side. He said as he walked, trying to sound as natural as possible: “Do whatever you want but be careful not to get too close to Casey Owen. He's not the type to trust completely. It's best to be careful and only trust yourself."

"I know. But can I trust you completely?” Aurora raised her eyebrows at Teddie Berry. He smiled and led Aurora into a closed, soundproof room with a stealthy, mysterious look. They look like spies in the movie.

Teddie Berry said: “Don't ask me that. Today, I want to talk to you about something, this will be your first mission, but you need to know a few things first.”

Teddie Berry motioned Aurora Ward to sit down across from her. He began to pull out thick stacks of files from his desk drawer. The story starts to run on yellowed white sheets of paper that slip through Teddie Berry's lips and jump into Aurora Ward's ear.

When Aurora Ward and Teddie Berry were discussing, Rosie Hart ran in from outside, her face extremely surprised: "There is a new attack. Over three hundred companies and organizations in fifty countries have been exploited.”

"Has he released the information to the 'black market' area?" Teddie Berry asked Rosie Hart.

She nodded and continued: "Up to now, the amount of money transferred to his account is more than two million US dollars. But the most surprising thing was his identity.”

"Who is he?" Aurora Ward looked at Rosie Hart as Rosie Hart's gaze turned strange. Rosie Hart sighed: “Secret Heart. He took my identity."

Aurora Ward glared at Rosie Hart: “Secret Heart? No way, I haven't touched any computers until now."

Rosie Hart sighed again: “Look at this. A series of previous attacks also went public under the name 'Secret Heart'. Now, you are very famous when you advertise for the sale of access rights and source code of the world's leading cybersecurity companies and claim to be able to turn customers into an 'invisible saint' in network systems'. Fortunately, the identity and techniques Secret Heart uses are still a mystery. Because if companies, corporations, or organizations can investigate my identity, things will be much more complicated and dangerous."

Teddie Berry replied to Rosie Hart. He looked at Aurora Ward with absolute trust: "You must honestly discuss with Rosie and me which cases you do and which ones you don't."

"Oh, man! I never did this! You have to believe me.” Aurora Ward said fearfully.

Rosie Hart looked at Aurora Ward and sobbed. She threw the papers on the table and said: "But anyway, I believe you didn't make these things. Is it possible that I have 'collied' with the wrong object? It seems that the person behind this incident wants me Either way, it's unlikely that the same person carried out these attacks."

Rosie continued her words, rubbing her temples. Teddie Berry's face when she received an email message: "The Secret Heart case started with the participation of the FBI, the UK's National Crime Agency, and secure private companies already. It looks like they're very bloodthirsty!"

On the big screen, a face appeared, an elderly man with extremely stern eyes, as well as a voice like a roaring tiger: "Rosie Hart, I don't care what you and this force do, but must quickly deal with these exponentially increasing attacks. If you don't, you'll be the first to leave that place."

The three of them were shocked, and the screen went off anytime before they could answer. Rosie Hart angrily punched the wall. She yelled: "Damn, I'm so tired."

“If he took my Secret Heart alias, he would use my methods to attack. Let me try to handle these attacks if you believe me.” Aurora Ward looked at Rosie Hart with enthusiasm in her heart. Rosie Hart and Teddie Berry looked at each other, then both looked at Aurora Ward and nodded.

Immediately, Aurora Ward and the two went to the office with giant supercomputers. Teddie Berry reassured Aurora Ward repeatedly, and Rosie Hart began to summon the force's 'real online' team to prepare to counter those attacks.

Aurora Ward sat on the chair. She intended to use her personal computer to get used to working, but immediately Rosie Hart stopped: “Isn't that enough? Why do you dare to use your personal computer? "

Aurora Ward awakened in time. Rosie Hart gestured to the 'real-life online' next to her. An employee spoke up and gave a link to Aurora Ward's computer.

Aurora Ward started checking little by little, and then she laughed. She smirked and started typing on the keyboard repeatedly.

Everyone was attentively watching Aurora. More than five minutes passed, and Aurora kept tapping, sweat beading her forehead. Not until a smile appeared on her lips did everyone sigh with relief.

"Boss, Lonestar's side says it's back to normal." An employee stood up to report to Rosie Hart.

Rosie Hart jumped up and down with joy but immediately returned to her usual severe state: "It's not over yet. There are still many other attacks. Quickly provide information."

“Sir, something happened. We are under attack.” An employee shouted.

“Dammit! They trap us. Temporarily cut off all connections.” Rosie Hart banged the table and yelled. Every computer in this place was suddenly cut off.

“What should we do now?” Aurora looked at Rosie.

When she faltered on how to respond to Aurora, Teddie said, "All attacks have stopped, sir.”

“It's not weird. They're aiming for Aurora." Rosie turned to look at Aurora Ward.

“And now they know what Aurora Ward does for us. Damn it.” Teddie Berry shouted: “We must find a way to reach them. If you can't access the system, get close to their 'den'."

Rosie stared at Teddie as if she wanted to tell him something. The two turned to Aurora. She had a determined look, ready to do anything to clear her mind.

Two days later, on the 9th floor, Thunder Electronics Hotel, New York.

“President Jake Hunt, can you hurry up? It's almost morning anyway." The HOT NEWS reporter complained fiercely, he said in annoyance.

No one had ever dared to talk to Jake Hunt like that before, but he was different, a friend of Jake Hunt. He was less than thirty years old, frowning at a young man in a shiny suit.

“Noah Barker, shut up for me now. I wouldn't have asked you to come here if it weren't for your personal honor. Who gave her the courage to do such amazing things? I'm telling the truth. People like her need proper upbringing to be proper." The voice that seemed to be in a hurry was Jake Hunt - Chairman of Thunder Electronics Corporation. Jake Hunt's style is highly agile and shows a bit of urgency. He always quietly steps forward.

A sly smile crept across Jake's lips. His wavy hair was still neat even though his long straight legs were still walking fast. Jake's eyes darted around as he scanned the luxurious presidential suites, trying to find the fitting room, number 908, his high nose still rising and falling with his rapid breathing.

After the rooms ran along the soaring corridor, room number 908 appeared. Jake raised an eyebrow, smirked, turned his collar, twisted one sleeve, turned to look at his reporter friend, and gestured with his jaw. Noah Barker hurried to knock on the door.

“Sorry to bother you. We brought late-night food.” Noah Barker snarled loudly, trying to create the standard, polite voice that hoteliers often say, but of course, all of Noah Barker's efforts were disastrous.

From the inside, a hoarse female voice hummed with a tired afternoon. Outside, Jake Hunt displayed a hot, hurried air. Noah Barker turned to Jake Hunt, who nodded slightly. Then, Barker took out a room card inside his coat and lightly touched the lock from the black gold border of the luxurious cream-yellow painted wooden door. The soft sound of the magnetic lock sounded, and Jake Hunt quickly opened the door for Noah.

Jake Hunt went over to try to show a sad expression looking at the bed, a naked girl lying, her hair loose. Fortunately, the sensitive areas were carefully covered by a thick cotton blanket. The girl frowned, moving her eyelids slightly because of the noise.

“Aurora Ward, wake up!” Jake Hunt yelled frantically.

Aurora Ward dreamed, eyes opened, realizing when the surroundings became chaotic, the lenses, the questions rushing like arrows made Aurora Ward panic.

She rolled her eyes and sat up, huddled under the blanket. Panic surrounded her, making her lose her composure. Jake Hunt climbed onto the bed, grabbed Aurora Ward by the shoulders, and shook violently.