Ferris’s private account being hacked was the first time such thing had ever happened.
Simon was shocked when he received the call, rushing to the finance department overnight to verify, still finding it incredible.
“Have you found out who did it?” Ferris’s tone was cold as ice, but his expression remained completely calm.
“Not yet.” Simon reported honestly, “This came too suddenly, without any warning. By the time we discovered it, over seventy million had been transferred away.”
Strangely, the intruder clearly had the ability to penetrate deep into the system, but only took seventy million–a drop in the bucket compared to Ferris’s assets.
And the target was specific, only targeting his private account, not touching the company or banks.
Clearly, this was aimed at him personally.
Ferris lowered his gaze, silent for half a second, then spoke flatly:
“You have one day.”
With that, he hung up directly.
Actually, in his view, hacking the account wasn’t difficult–what was truly complex was how to safely transfer and launder the money.
Was this Adrian’s counterattack?
Ferris didn’t think much about it, because for him, this amount of money wasn’t important–what truly mattered was what the perpetrator was trying to achieve.
He wasn’t angry about the small loss; on the contrary, he felt a kind of excitement that comes from encountering an equally capable enemy. Only when the enemy made a move could he completely defeat them on the battlefield.
After waiting so many days, Adrian had finally couldn’t help but strike back.
Sunlight filtered through the curtain gaps, casting dappled light on the bed.
When I opened my eyes, Ferris had already returned to the bedside. He lay quietly, propping his head up with one hand, looking at me with deep, unfathomable eyes.
Just as I was about to get up, he reached out and pulled me back into his embrace
17.11
Chapter 156
“Morning.” He lowered his head and kissed my forehead.
I was slightly stunned.
He indeed hadn’t taken what I said last night to heart.
I turned my head away, coolly avoiding his touch.
Ferris’s eyes narrowed, his thin lips pressed tight. He suddenly gripped my chin and kissed me forcefully.
No gentleness, only plunder and rough assertion of dominance.
I instinctively pushed him away, struggling, but couldn’t escape.
“Ferris!” My voice was slightly hoarse, anger rising in my eyes.
But he acted as if he hadn’t heard, still leaning down, until…
The urgent ringing of the phone interrupted everything.
Ferris frowned, his expression extremely impatient. He reached for his phone, glanced at the caller ID, his displeasure deepening.
It was my phone.
Contact name: Cynthia.
He handed me the phone, saying coldly: “Your friend.”
He stared at me, his gaze meaningful. I took the phone, trying to remain calm as I answered.
Ferris lay lazily, seemingly casual, but his peripheral vision was scanning me.
With Ferris right beside me, I didn’t dare say much. Cynthia had originally wanted to ask how my departure plans were progressing, but hearing me repeatedly change the subject, she realized my situation.
Cynthia: “Do you need my assistance?”
I turned my back to him, lowering my voice: “Not yet, but we need to prepare for departure in advance. Also, about Linus, please keep a close eye on him, don’t let him be secretly transferred, or we’ll have trouble finding him…”
“Don’t worry, I know what to do.” Cynthia’s voice was brief and firm.
Hearing footsteps behind me, 1 quickly hung up.
As soon as I turned around, I saw Ferris had stood up, wearing a black robe, his aaga intimidatingly powerful.
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