Chapter 115 This Is Blackmail!
“Uncle…” Nathan’s mouth was temporarily sealed by Eugene’s hand before he was hurriedly pushed outside. Eugene followed and came outside soon after.
“What do you want?”
Nathan peered suspiciously through the front door. “Who’s inside?”
Eugene slammed it shut. “Mind your own business, will you? Is there anything that you need from me?”
Nathan was glad to see him flustered. “Aren’t I clever? I saw your car and made a guess that you’ve moved here. Isn’t that Olivia in your house?”
Eugene glared. “It’s none of your business.”
Nathan teased, realizing that he discovered something. “Why did you invite Olivia to lunch and not me?”
Eugene shoved him aside. “What do you mean? Olivia isn’t here!”
Nathan was persistent and wore a wronged expression. “Alright, I’ll give her a call then!”
Eugene’s glare turned cold. “Do you want me to throw you abroad again?”
Nathan laughed awkwardly as he argued, “Please, don’t do that. I’m just messing with you, okay? I’m here because I’m launching a new game and I haven’t found any investors. Are you interested in investing, Uncle?”
Eugene exhaled deeply. This is none other than plain blackmail!
“Bring your proposal and come to Nolan Group tomorrow!”
“Yes! That’s great!” Nathan immediately exclaimed. “Uncle, then I’ll take my leave. I hope everything goes smoothly for you!”
Eugene watched as Nathan’s figure grew smaller as he left. Eugene felt frustrated and amused at the same time—it wasn’t easy to have Olivia over for a meal yet he had been interrupted by Nathan.
He headed inside and both mother and son looked up at him.
“Mr. Nolan, if you’re busy, just go ahead,” Olivia said.
Eugene walked over to the dining table and sat down. “It’s nothing. Let’s eat.”
North wasn’t eating; he was typing away on the computer that he had brought over. It started to beep in warning all of a sudden, causing his little eyebrows to lock tight together—someone was tracking down information regarding him and his mommy yet again.
He had already noticed the same act a month ago, so he had installed a layer of firewall and alarms. Now that it happened again, who was it?
He traced the hacker’s history according to the electronic tracks that were left behind and realized that the hacker wasn’t very skilled in his craft. The corner of his lips curled slyly into a slight smile with his face bearing the confidence far from an ordinary little boy’s. His tiny fingers flew across the keyboard; he was well-versed while 0’s and 1’s constantly flashed on the display screen at lightning speed. Then, he hit ‘Enter’. Done!
At the same time, someone else’s computer screen turned a bright shade of blue and the man in front of the screen was unable to have it return to normal, no matter how hard he tried.
In hopelessness, he could only dial a number on his phone. “Hey, Miss Lara!”
“How’s your investigation going?” The other end of the line was Lara.
“I’m sorry, Miss Lara. I could only get my hands on some basic information. The target has someone of a high skill level secretly obstructing my work. Not only was I not able to retrieve any information, but the target has even infected my computer with a virus.”
“Are they even more skillful than you?”
“Yeah, and not just by a little bit! Miss Lara, you should find someone better to investigate them!”
Lara hung up and looked over at Edward. “So, if we’re unable to track their information, Old Man Nolan probably can’t do it too, right?”
“Technically, that’s the case. However, Lila called earlier and informed that Eugene has moved to Muse Peninsula.”
“Muse Peninsula? Why?”
“I’m not sure!”
Lara asked as she frowned, “He couldn’t have moved there because of Nathan, right?”
Edward replied, “Or, maybe he discovered the hacker that we hired to keep an eye on him and he didn’t want to be monitored!”
“I’ll look into it tomorrow. The mother and son are starting to be more and more suspicious!”
On the other side, North had sent the hacker running within a few minutes and was back to eating his meal.
Olivia was almost unsurprised when she asked, “What happened?”
“Someone’s tracking our information!” he replied, as he picked up another piece of chicken wings. His oily little lips smacked together in enjoyment.
