I still refused to look at Jordan, but I suddenly remembered the computer in the room. Gaining a flash of inspiration, I changed my mind, looked at him, and said, "I'm tired, but I can't calm down. If you make me a bowl of chicken noodle soup, I can consider it."
Jordan smiled but pretended to be serious. He ordered, "Wait upstairs."
Only then did I smile and run upstairs excitedly.
Reaching the door of the room, I felt worried. I turned back to the stairs and looked down. After making sure that Jordan was in the kitchen, I hurried back and closed the door before rushing to pick up the computer.
I was lucky. Jordan didn't shut off his computer, so the screen was in standby mode. When the screen lit up, it showed the dialog box.
I swallowed nervously. After making sure Jordan didn't come back, I scrolled through the chat history.
Sure enough, they were excluding Hendrix from this deal, or he might be their actual target.
I wanted to log into my account to transfer the information, but it would leave a log-in record. If
Jordan came in all of a sudden, I would not be able to delete it.
Anxious, I caught a glimpse of the mail icon on the table, and I instantly understood what I could do.
I clicked on Jordan's email and opened the chat box's interface. After that, I took a screenshot of important chat records on the screen and put it in the email.
I added the words, "It's me, Arianna. I hope that this can come in handy. You don't have to reply!"
After that, I selected the recipient, Hendrix.
Finally, I clicked to send the email.
I deleted the records after that.
I closed the email, aware of the history.
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