Change the person?
Richie thought he heard it wrong.
"What makes you think I’d agree to you?"
Richie chuckled, glancing at Timmy Monroe, who was wrapped in a towel like a little cocoon. This kid had a sweet mouth, and Richie quite liked him, but the boy on the phone had a tone that resembled Leon Keane—simple, cold, and naturally authoritative, as if others had to obey his commands.
Not cute like Timmy Monroe at all.
"Photos, is this condition enough?"
"Photos? What photos?"
Richie was stunned for a mont, then felt an uncomfortable premonition as the boy on the phone let out a cold laugh.
"What photos do you an? Of course, your beautiful ones." Ian Keane said, "No masks, no mosaics, pictures of Richie, the leader of The Umbra Organization. If I release them online, I’m sure many people internationally would be interested."
Richie was shocked; how could this kid have gotten his photos?
Yet, Richie was still Richie, maintaining his composure.
In the next mont, Flash let out a startled shout.
"Oh my gosh, boss... your photos." Flash widened his eyes, staring at the phone screen. The man in the picture was wearing swim trunks, flaunting tan skin and well-defined muscles, with a typical handso Asian face, yet dyed with chestnut-red hair, making his face incredibly striking.
This was a photo of Richie before he beca the leader of The Umbra Organization. At that ti, Richie was only 20, bold and brash, liking to showcase his most perfect side.
The picture was taken at so star-rated hotel in lbourne. Flash rembered clearly; it was taken by a woman captivated by Richie’s looks. Why did Flash rember it so vividly?
Because later, the woman crazily pursued Richie, even went to his room trying to initiate an indescribable intimate relationship, which scared Richie imnsely, forcing him to push her out and swap rooms with Flash next door.
Flash ended up miserable, hearing continual door knocking all night and the woman expressing love outside, loudly singing love songs.
In the following period, the knocking beca Flash’s psychological shadow, directly making him think of that woman’s singing whenever hearing such sounds.
"Wow, was boss that handso before?"
"Also has an amazing physique! With this looks and build, boss would blow away the current hot young stars on TV."
Thunder and Wind ca over, seeing the photo on Flash’s phone, both showing impressed expressions.
This photo was unseen by Thunder and Wind, because at that ti they were on assignnts elsewhere.
Richie frowned, strode over, and snatched Flash’s phone, gripping it tight upon seeing the photo, nearly breaking it.
"Boss, my phone... boohoo..."
Flash cried, devastated.
Richie glared at Flash.
Do you have the nerve to cry over the phone? Why haven’t you disposed of such photos? Do you even deserve to be a hacker? Especially one ranked top in the world?
This ranking is certainly inflated, right?
Flash felt aggrieved.
Boss, there’s an old saying in China: "There’s always soone better."
"Fine, I agree with you, but I have one condition," Richie no longer saw Ian Keane as a kid but as a formidable adversary, continuing, "Destroy the photos totally and irreversibly."
"Sure," Ian Keane agreed promptly, seemingly anticipating Richie’s demand, "Send your brother over now, I’m waiting at the kindergarten entrance."
Timmy Monroe dressed.
Richie took him to the car.
"Uncle Boss," Timmy Monroe suddenly spoke, "if you take to swap for my brother, mommy won’t be at risk anymore! After all, brother isn’t mommy’s real son; I’m mommy’s precious darling."
Richie knew without the boy ntioning it.
The face behind Richie’s mask turned wry, feigning relaxation as he said, "Let’s give it a try! I find you quite adorable, not wanting to harm you. Now that Ian Keane agrees to swap, it’s all the better."
Timmy Monroe lowered his head without saying a word.
Richie drove, glancing at the rearview mirror a mont later, suddenly noticing Timmy Monroe’s phone lighting up.
Richie’s heart skipped a beat, a hint of regret flashed in his eyes—how could he forget to confiscate the boy’s phone?
Timmy Monroe didn’t answer the call but quickly hung up and powered down.
"What did you do?" Richie braked abruptly, stopping to question Timmy Monroe.
A car nearly rear-ended from behind.
"Boss, what’s up? Why suddenly stop?" Thunder asked curiously, hitting the brakes.
"Get out and check."
Wind sensed sothing was wrong, detached the seatbelt, and got out.
Inside Richie’s car.
"What did I do? It’s obvious! I called my daddy, informing him my brother is in danger. Uncle Boss, you better take away! You can’t take my brother in front of my daddy! You might lose even then."
Timmy Monroe seed relaxed, smiled at Richie, his smile innocent and charming.
But.
Richie suddenly found Timmy Monroe not cute anymore; this little guy was as cunning as Ivana Monroe.
"Boss, what’s going on?"
Wind knocked on the car window.
Richie punched the doorfra, yelling angrily at Wind, "Get back in the car."
Wind was startled; what did he do wrong? Why was boss so furious?
No words, he slipped back into the car.
"What happened?"
Thunder and Flash asked.
Wind shrugged, "No idea, boss was mad, I didn’t dare ask more."
~~
Mansion.
Leon Keane saw the ssage, his handso face suddenly darkened.
Ivana Monroe walked out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe, a towel in hand to dry her wet hair. Seeing Leon Keane’s unpleasant expression, she approached, "What’s wrong?"
Leon Keane imdiately pocketed his phone, "The company has an issue, I need to head there."
He stood up, told Ivana Monroe, "Honey, dry your hair and get so sleep first. I might not be back tonight."
With that.
Leon Keane didn’t explain the company’s issue to Ivana Monroe, hurriedly rushing off.
Ivana Monroe watched Leon Keane leave, frowning. What really happened at the company? Sothing seed off. If it were a company issue, Leon Keane wouldn’t have hidden his phone right after seeing it, almost as if he feared she’d discover sothing.
Ivana Monroe fretted, after a while, her phone rang.
Picking up the phone, she flicked her wet hair back, seeing the call from Timmy Monroe.
Ivana Monroe smiled gently, answered.
Suddenly.
Her smile froze.
"Your son is with . If you want to save him, co to Space 9 now. Rember, co alone, drive over, you have twenty minutes. If I don’t see you in twenty minutes, huh... you know the consequences."
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