Chapter 138 Been Outplayed

Days later, I buried myself in work. Again. "Fuck," I cursed, snapping my neck as I sat on the couch. I read through some documents in my right hand while holding an iced coffee in my left. I was trying to trace the impostor’s whereabouts and dig into my past—a task I dreaded—using Kesha’s help. Unfortunately, this man had advanced skills that even Kesha couldn’t match. I’d anticipated this, so I wasn’t too disappointed when she informed me she couldn’t find anything about him. He even had a mask that could replicate someone else’s face. How advanced could his systems be? “Hey.” Evangeline snapped me out of my thoughts, tossing her red pen at me. “You’re fighting again? But you literally fucked each other last time—” I didn’t let her finish as I raised my iced coffee, warning her with a glare that I wouldn’t hesitate to pour it on her if she said one more wrong word. “Don’t start with me,” I said sharply, giving her a pointed look. She just laughed and raised her hands in mock surrende