Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 189

"This... isn't right," Ethan muttered as he placed a hand on his chin, "everything went too perfectly."

Most would be celebrating a successful product launch announcement alongside hundreds of thousands of preorders which would make him around tens if not hundreds of millions.

And that was just the public model, the clinical model's price tag alone would add another massive chunk.

But Ethan wasn't smiling.

He wasn't even relaxed and you could see that he was irritated.

He had expected that man to make a move during the launch, after all, what better timing could he ask for?

{The launch announcement might be the greatest opportunity to attack,} Athena, who's avatar was looking at him through the screen, commented, {but that is also the exact moment when you're on the highest alert. Anyone watching you carefully would know that.}

"Which means he didn't want to attack during the launch," Ethan muttered. "He wanted me expecting it."

{Creating stress, anticipation and doubt,} Athena nodded.

"I see," he nodded and leaned back, "he wants me anxious and hyper-focused, he wants me to expect an attack and Wait for one, so that eventually… when nothing happens…"

{You relax,} Athena finished gently.

"Right," Ethan said. "And when the heightened vigilance finally fades,"

{They make their move.}

It was one of the oldest tricks in the book..well, the book that involved psychological manipulation.

And he had almost fallen for it.

"Thanks Athena," he muttered.

{Anytime,} she responded.

"Now then," he said as he stood up and started pacing, "when and where will their attack come from?"

Bzzzt!

His phone laying on the table vibrated, pulling his attention towards it. The ID showed unknown number but the timing of the call was everything.

{Are you going to pick up?} Athena asked as the phone continued buzzing.

Ethan didn't say anything in response as he allowed the phone to write a while longer before picking it up and placing it on his ear.

The other end was silent for a while and the only thing that could be heard was slow, calm breaths.

"Ethan Carter," the person said after a while and Ethan immediately recognized the voice.

Victor Langley, father to Nathaniel Langley aka the man he murdered, but Ethan knew that wasn't the purpose of this particular call.

"Yes?" He answered feigning ignorance, "who's this?"

"I was told that you had a deal with the collector?" Victor continued, "one which you'd provide him information on OmniTech?"

"I have no idea what your talking about," he continued feigning ignorance, almost as if he was playing a role.

"Check your phone," Victor said and a moment later, Ethan's phone let out a ding as he checked it.

It was a message from the man, one basically ordering him to work with Victor for now and a second ding, this time a transfer notification if a million dollars.

"Alright then," Ethan's voice changed, "what do you want to know."

The smile on Victor's face could practically be heard in through the phone.

"Good," Victor said, tone shifting to something colder, something with teeth. "I was told you're positioned well inside OmniTech, close enough to… hear things."

Ethan made a thoughtful hum, "Depends on the topic. OmniTech isn't exactly loose-lipped company."

"But you are," Victor replied.

Ethan smirked silently, this was fine. He kept his voice flat and almost irritated, "You're asking for a lot, Mr…?"

"Langley," Victor said. "Victor Langley."

There was a pause on Ethan's end as he seemed to be thinking tof where he had heard that name before.

"Langley," he repeated, making sure to inject a tone of recognition in it.

"The Langleys, huh… big name."

Victor sounded pleased at the reaction, even though Ethan had faked it perfectly.

"Good. Then you understand the weight behind this conversation."

"Once," Ethan completed calmly, causing Victor to fall silent on the other end.

"…What?" he finally asked, voice sounded as if he was keeping his emotions under control...well, trying to anyway.

"You said the Langleys," Ethan said, tone kept carefully dismissive, "they were a big name once, until they weren't anymore."

There was a moment of silence on the other end as Victor forced himself to calm down.

"You're bold," Victor said slowly, "very bold for a rat."

"So I've been told," Ethan calmly responded, a small smile on his face.

But Victor ignored the response and moved the topic back to why he needed this rat in the first place.

"I need information," he said, "and more importantly, access."

"Access?" Ethan repeated, "I can get information. But physical access? That depends on who you're aiming at."

There was a brief pause on Victor's end.

Then, calmly:

"The COO."

Ethan's brows rose ever so slightly, so this was the plan, how interesting.

Victor continued, oblivious.

"The one the Collector believes is… important to the CEO."

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