The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 298

Matthew hit the button to silence the blaring alarm, his fingers flying over the keyboard. On the main screen, a red dot—marking the intruder—had already wormed its way through the last firewall.

“Not bad,” he muttered. Too bad they picked the wrong guy to mess with.

He let out a low chuckle and tapped a key. Instantly, his carefully crafted data trap sprang open. A fake “Access Granted” window flashed on the screen, and a transfer bar rocketed from ten percent, to fifty, then ninety-nine, and finally to a hundred.

The red dot froze for a moment, then darted back the way it came, clearly thinking it had scored and now rushing to deliver the “core data” home.

If only they knew. In those few seconds, Matthew had already attached a Trojan program—one he’d pieced together just for Leslie—hidden in fragments at the end of the file. It wouldn’t just log the IP and time every time someone opened it. It would also quietly switch on the computer’s camera and snap a photo of whoever was sitting there.

As soon as Leslie opened it, everything would be uploaded straight to the encrypted server at the national security bureau.

“You’re not getting away,” Matthew murmured, as he finished the last bit of code. A green “Sync Successful” popped up at the bottom corner of his screen.

Now all he had to do was wait for Leslie to take the bait. Then the authorities would have all the evidence they needed to nail her for stealing classified files.

And the files themselves? Totally fake.

Matthew leaned back, rubbing his tired temples. He thought back to what he’d overheard when he helped the national security team nab that Big X executive.

“Ratcliff Global’s CEO personally vouched for Big X’s director here. Swore she’d never leak state secrets,” someone had said. “So even though we’re suspicious of Leslie, we can’t do anything without hard proof.”

Matthew remembered Sebastian’s history with Leslie and couldn’t help but scoff. “Guess my brother is loyal to a fault.” Loyal to the wrong person, anyway. He’d had Reese and didn’t know how lucky he was, hurting her over and over for Leslie.

Well, that was over now. Matthew wasn’t about to let anyone hurt Reese again.

At the hospital, Sebastian was already waiting, holding a pale thermos. As soon as she stepped out of the car, he hurried over.

“Reese, you’re here,” he said softly. He lifted the thermos a little. “I had the kitchen make you some chicken soup. I told them to add extra ginger, just how you like it.

“You can have it for breakfast after your blood test.”

Reese glanced at the thermos and instantly remembered that day in the hospital, how he’d just stood there while Robbie grabbed the soup Millie had made for her. The memory was bitter and almost funny.

“No, thanks,” she said, not even looking at him as she walked straight inside.

Sebastian watched her go, his grip tightening on the thermos. His face darkened with disappointment, but he followed her in.