Chapter 13 Wesley Gets Jealous

One… two… His perfectly sculpted physique was already on display. Just as he reached for the third button, Violet Leach quickly intervened. "Stop! Who wants to see anything? I'm not interested!" If he hadn't looked so coldly composed at that moment, Violet would have been certain he was deliberately provoking her with crude flirtation. "Not interested." Those three words struck a blow to Wesley Merritt's pride. As Oscar Merritt once said, countless wealthy heiresses would throw themselves at him, yet he never gave them a second glance—sometimes even found them repulsive. Yet this woman dared to say she wasn't interested in him. "Is my body that bad?" "Huh?" Violet hadn't expected that question. Her eyes instinctively flicked down to his exposed chest. To be fair—absolutely top-tier. Amazing! Seeing her staring, Wesley's mood lifted slightly. "Ahem—" Violet cleared her throat, awkwardly changing the subject. "Why are you in my room?" Only then did she notice the garment bag on the bed. "What's this?" "An evening gown," Wesley said. "For the weekend banquet?" Violet asked. "Mm." So he came to deliver clothes. Was he worried she'd dress poorly and embarrass him? "Don't worry. I'll dress well that day, making that clueless Cooper heiress regret and envy me." "You're doing this to get back at her for me?" Wesley caught the implication. His usually cold, mountainous beauty softened with a hint of delight. He didn't care about Miss Cooper, but the fact that Violet said this made him unreasonably pleased. Violet arched a delicate brow. "Don't feel indebted. Maybe one day I'll need your help pretending to be my partner to make my ex-fiancé suffer a little." The moment the words left her lips, Wesley's face darkened like a storm rolling in. What was wrong with him? Just moments ago, he'd been calm—now he looked like she'd stolen from him. Wesley stood, his gaze icy. "So the only reason you helped me was to use me later to get back at your ex-fiancé?" Does she still love that man? She married him, sacrificed herself for him—was it all for him? "It's not using you. I—" "I'm tired. We'll talk later." Wesley cut her off coldly. He didn't want to hear another word about her ex-fiancé. He feared he'd fall ill from rage. He turned, yanked open the door, and stormed out. Violet stared at the door, momentarily dazed. "What's there to get angry about? They say women change faster than the weather, but you change even faster." Violet muttered in disbelief, then moved to the bed, removed the garment bag, pulled back the covers, and climbed in. She wouldn't waste a single thought on Wesley. The next morning. After breakfast, Violet returned to her room, opened her laptop, and began breaching the Mosley Group's security system. She would avenge her brother! With her past-life resources and connections, toppling the Mosley Group wouldn't be hard. But that would mean nothing. She wanted to destroy Evelyn Conrad—the so-called "green tea girl"—from within her current identity, forcing her to face the consequences. She also wanted Brian Mosley to realize how blind he'd been, manipulated by such a schemer, and regret every cruelty he'd inflicted on her. That was true vengeance! Her fingers flew across the keyboard, so fast they left trails. Anyone watching would have been stunned. Mosley Group. CEO's Office. Brian Mosley was reviewing documents when his assistant, Benjamin Cook, burst in, panicked. "Mr. Mosley, it's bad! Something serious has happened!" Brian frowned, annoyed, not looking up. "What?" "Our system has been hacked!" "What?!" Brian shot up, crumpling the papers. The next second, his laptop screen went black, then flashed endless "1"s and "0"s. His computer was hacked too! Brian's heart pounded. "Now! Get the tech team to stop it—stop it!!" Ten minutes later, Brian's face was thunderous. His laptop remained black. He looked ready to kill. "Still not stopped? Is the tech team just useless dead weight?!" Brian slammed his hand on the desk, sweeping everything—including the laptop—to the floor. Benjamin Cook scrambled back. "Mr. Mosley, our security system was built by top experts. Ordinary hackers couldn't breach it. But just now, in under a minute, the attacker bypassed all layers. Only one person could do that." "You mean Hacker J, the alliance's number one?" "Exactly. No one else could breach us that fast." Brian's brow furrowed. "Why would they do this? We have no grudge. Was it a paid job?" "Most likely." "But who hired them?" Brian couldn't fathom who he'd offended. "And from what I know, Hacker J has principles. They don't hack for money. Why take this job?" "I've been asking myself the same," Benjamin said. Then Brian's phone rang. He pulled it out, saw it was Violet Leach, and angrily hung up. "Hung up?" Violet set the phone aside and resumed typing. Soon, bold letters flashed on Brian's screen: "Answer the phone."