She had thought keeping a low profile would guarantee her a peaceful life, but she never imagined that danger had been silently closing in since the moment Mr. Hawthorne died. She wasn't the only one who understood the weight of her skills. Alexander knew, and so did the shadowy forces lurking in the background.
For a nation to be a technological power, its core technology is its greatest asset. The biggest fear for state-level security secrets is a leak. The competition between nations ultimately comes down to this kind of cutting-edge technology and the engineers who master it.
She had always believed the dangers she faced were limited to the Gaylord family's revenge and Harold's schemes. It never occurred to her that she was caught in a much deeper game. Her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, making it hard to breathe. A thousand words rushed to her lips, but she couldn't utter a single one.
So everything he had done all these years hadn't been without reason. He had shouldered pressures she knew nothing about and shielded her from countless hidden dangers. He had been struggling alone in a dark mire, never breathing a word of it to her.
Danielle looked at the pale, haggard man on the sofa, and her heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, a dense ache spreading through her chest. She tried to calm the storm of emotions inside her, her voice coming out raspy. 'So, today’s bid…'
'Mmm,' Alexander nodded slightly, a hint of exhaustion finally creeping into his tone. 'It’s a fake.' 'The entire public bidding for the 07 project is a sham,' he explained. 'It’s just casting a long line to catch a big fish. The powers that are after the core technology will eventually get greedy and show their hand.'
She couldn't run anymore; she couldn't stand on the sidelines. She had to face the hidden dangers with him and protect this national secret. 'I understand,' she said softly, her voice quiet but filled with undeniable strength. 'What do I do now?'
Alexander looked at her. 'Wait,' he said. 'Wait for the fish to take the bait. Until then, your most important mission is to protect yourself and Niki.' He lowered his gaze, his body starting to tremble uncontrollably. He took a sharp breath, his voice dropping. 'Someone will tell you the specifics.'

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