Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 419

Panic clawed at Dorian’s throat as he huddled in the shadows, his world shrinking down to the frantic glow of his laptop screen.

For the past two weeks, he hadn’t showered. Stubble covered his chin, and his eyes were framed by dark, bruised-looking circles.

“Damn it…”

He cursed, his fingers a blur across the keyboard.

On the screen, green lines of code scrolled wildly before freezing on a red folder.

[ACCESS GRANTED]

Dorian’s heart leaped into his throat.

He had been tracking this IP address for two solid weeks, using every connection he had on the dark web, even resorting to a forbidden program he had written back in his university days, to finally break through the other party’s firewall.

He clicked on the folder.

A photograph popped up.

It was a middle-aged man in a white lab coat, his gaze sinister. In his arms, he held a pair of adorable twin girls.

[Morgan Lieu, former Head of Security for the Helix Line. Wife and daughters died ten years ago in a bioterrorism attack orchestrated by “Nemesis Group Inc.”]

“So he’s just a madman,” Dorian muttered to himself.

His love had curdled into hate. Because he had been caught in the rain, he wanted to tear up everyone else's umbrella.

But he had no time to ponder the villain’s backstory, because the next file made his blood run cold.

The filename was simple: [Operation: Summit Purge].

[Exploit summit security vulnerability. Use high-frequency sonic disruptor to induce a simulated cardiac arrest in Grace, staging it as an accidental miscarriage and fall.]

[Execution Time: Today, 14:00.]

“Fuck!”

Dorian couldn't stop the curse from escaping his lips.

In that instant, his mind was no longer filled with code, but with a memory from five years ago.

Grace had just married Ethan. She was lying pale in a hospital bed after giving a blood transfusion to Lilian. And he, her brother, had stood there with a freshly peeled apple in his hand, only to walk past her and give it to Lilian in the next bed.

“Dorian, it hurts…” Grace had called out weakly.

“Just bear with it. Lilian… she has it so hard.”

That’s what he’d said, wasn’t it? Cold, entitled, and condescending.

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