LOGIN"Mr. Lee?"
The person speaking looked at him in confusion.
Chris didn’t care about the influence these people had in LA. He grabbed one of them and asked, "It’s her. Do you know this streamer?"
The person was stunned. "Mr. Lee, this is the business association. She’s just a small-time streamer..."
"What do you know!" Chris didn’t say the rest of his thoughts aloud, but his irritation was clear. "Forget it, I’ll find her myself."
ClearWater Alley, Harmony Clinic—he could follow the navigation to get there.
This meeting, which was meant to attract foreign investment, had originally been set up for Chris’s benefit. Now that he wanted to leave, others were definitely going to be upset.
"Mr. Lee, the meeting isn’t finished yet. You..."
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Kellen looked at her, opened his mouth, but in the end only bowed his head in defeat, letting out a heavy and hopeless sigh.He knew that from the moment he received that phone call, the game he had orchestrated was already declared lost, and the cold-eyed, seemingly fragile Amelia before him would be his most formidable opponent.Kellen's sigh was like a boulder dropped into a deep pool, stirring silent ripples in the deathly quiet interrogation room.He waved his hand, signaling that no supervision was needed here. The person at the door quickly retreated, thoughtfully closing the door behind him—after all, some matters were above his pay grade.Amelia watched him quietly, without the posture of a victor, as if all this had long been within her expectations, simply waiting calmly."What do you want to talk about?" Kellen's voice was hoarse, thick with exhaustion."It's simple." Amelia pulled over a chair and sat down again, leaning forward slightly, her gaze sharp as a blade: "Where
At that moment, a knock sounded at the door, interrupting Kellen's actions. He frowned, "Who is it?""Director, it's urgent," came a deep voice from outside.Kellen furrowed his brows and walked to the door. The man leaned in and whispered, "Bad news. Dozens of companies have joined together to prove Carl's innocence, claiming that we at CSIS arrested him without evidence.""Carl? He has that much influence?" Kellen was puzzled, but still unwilling to release him. "Go spread the word that his hacking into the CSIS system is now a fact. No one can protect him."The man shook his head. "It's useless. The Ministry of Finance is also involved. The Minister personally called to ask about Carl. I heard he's the Wall Street Wolf...""Wall Street Wolf? Can he really change a company with just a word?" Kellen took a deep breath. "You keep an eye on things here. I'll go see him myself.""Yes, Director."Kellen walked to the adjacent interrogation room. Inside sat Carl, completely calm, his long
Kellen spoke in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"Amelia's voice was somewhat nonchalant: "Isn't it already right in front of you? I've taken control of your terminal here, and through your internal network, I've reverse-infiltrated the non-core display system of CSIS. Now, not just here, but at least dozens of public screens throughout the entire CSIS building are showing the same image. You can't turn it off, unless you cut off the entire CSIS backbone network." She paused for a moment. "But if you do that, can you guess what your superiors will do to you?"Kellen froze in place, as if all his strength had been drained. He stared at the red flag fluttering on the screen, the harsh melody ringing in his ears. An unprecedented sense of humiliation and anger surged within him, and he felt his authority and power were being trampled mercilessly by Amelia."You... you're insane." Kellen's voice trembled. "You're declaring war on Canada!""Declaring war?" Amelia's lips curled slightl
Kellen's lips curled up, and then he took a leather pouch out of the drawer and tossed it onto the table.Amelia didn't move, but Elijah leaned over and opened the envelope. Inside were all photographs—pictures of Amelia's grandmother chatting and laughing with neighbors on Clearwater Lane, photos of Hamza and several other brothers, and even a picture of Ezekiel taking a walk.Elijah's fists clenched, his eyes looking at Kellen without a trace of emotion. Sensing this, Amelia strode over and said, "It's okay, I'm here."As for Carl, his gaze grew even colder. This was the first time anyone had dared to threaten him with a photo of Ezekiel."Kellen," Carl's voice was icy. "If it were just the few of us here, or if you weren't the director of CSIS, you'd be in hell the very next second."Kellen leaned back in his chair and spoke slowly, "Ms. Cromwell, Mr. Jenkins, I just want you to face reality. Threatening me is useless. In fact, I'd prefer if you acted now, so we could all go down t
The next day, the arrival window at Toronto International Airport sliced the afternoon sunlight into fragments.Amelia gazed out at the ground vehicles moving across the tarmac, her chin lazily propped up with one hand.Compared to Southeast Asia and Mexico, Canada was much harder to deal with; here, the sense of discrimination seemed to permeate the entire country.The incident in Mexico had come to an end, and now it was time to make new plans on this unfamiliar land.Carl sat nearby with his eyes closed, resting. This time they were in first class, with seats spaced far apart, free from any sense of crowding.Amelia exhaled softly. The busy days had indeed left her physically and mentally exhausted, but now was not the time to rest. Canada's territory was unique, and CSIS did not seem easy to deal with.CSIS was equivalent to the Special Operations Team back home, with departments for intelligence, covert operations, technology, and support. Of course, these were just the publicly
Amelia's eyes sharpened: "It's just that you're stupid."Before coming, Amelia had deliberately 'dressed up' herself. Terrence couldn't tell that she was the same person who had met Quincy at the auction house.Suddenly, Terrence sensed something was off: "Let's talk in a private room. There are too many people and prying eyes here."Amelia nodded: "Alright."The two walked into a private room one after the other. Suddenly, Terrence turned around and pulled out a pistol, aiming it at Amelia: "You're not one of William's people. What you just said was full of holes.""Are you questioning Mr. Thorley?" Amelia's voice grew colder: "Just for that, you're already doomed."Terrence's eyes narrowed: "You say you're one of William's people. What proof do you have?"Amelia didn't answer. Instead, she walked straight to the table, sat down unceremoniously, crossed her long legs, and tossed a switchblade onto the table with a crisp 'snap.' She looked up, her tone icy as she rebuked, "Terrence, M







