The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 236

Chapter 236 Ziana Scott Is the Anonymous One

“Send me a link later, and I’ll remotely assist you,” said Ziana, pinching her brow.

Jeffrey Kim exclaimed his gratitude, but before he could thank her again, the call was already disconnected.

“Chop off one of your fingers?” Biber Sam looked at him with a half-smile.

Jeffrey waved his hand. “This is the solution. My master cares about me the most and won’t ignore me. If it’s not serious enough, she

won’t bother coming out.”

“Why did he quit back then?” asked Biber curiously. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Because he was invincible!” Jeffrey replied with suspicion.

Biber remained silent for a moment.

Just then, Boris said, “I hope your master can help me find this person.”

“Don’t worry about that,” said Jeffrey. Even though he hadn’t been much help, he was still very confident.

He tilted his head and looked at Boris with an expression that seemed to mock his words as foolish, “My master is a g*d-like

existence. If she wants to hide information, no one can find it, and if she wants to find information, no one can hide it.”

Boris suddenly thought of Ziana’s information.

When she married him, he had someone secretly investigate her.

But he found nothing.

At that time, he heard from his grandfather that she came from the mountains, so he thought that was the reason why he couldn’t find

anything.

It seems that he realized now that her information was intentionally hidden, even though he had tried to look into it before when she

married into the family.

Indeed, her identity and family background should be kept hidden, otherwise it would attract too much danger.

As he was thinking, Biber suddenly nudged him.

When Boris looked up, he saw that all the computers in front of him suddenly went black, followed by a series of codes jumping automatically on the screen, the speed of which was so fast that it made him dizzy.

Jeffrey put his hands behind his head and said in a wicked tone, “My master has taken action.”

Ziana quickly established a connection with Jeffrey’s system and then hacked into it.

She called Jeffrey again and asked, “What’s the task?”

Jeffrey looked at the interface and said, “Track the person who sent this email.”

Ziana quickly replied, “Understood.”

Her fingers were rapidly typing on the keyboard, her eyes fixed on the screen, and suddenly she saw the content of the email.

“Hi, do you like this meeting ceremony?”

She looked sharp and quickly scanned the email, then swiftly turned back to look at the recipient.

Mr. Lewis Lewis?

“Master?” Jeffrey noticed that Ziana’s actions had slowed down and he became anxious, frowning as he asked, “What’s wrong? Did

you encounter any problems?”

“Nothing,” Ziana forced herself to focus, “continue.”

The ip address of the other party was tampered with and the location was in a black internet bar in the most chaotic area near Delta, making it somewhat difficult to trace, but only somewhat difficult.

For the next hour, the phone remained connected but no one spoke.

All people heard during that hour was the sound of typing on the keyboard.

“Done.”

Ziana stretched lazily, her Bluetooth headset had failen off without her noticing it, and as she made this movement, it was silently pulled away. Unaware of this, she continued to give instructions just as before.

“I found the information here and will email it to you immediately,” said Ziana.

“Okay!” Jeffrey was still focused on the screen.

“He’s typing out code, and it’s beautiful, neat, and concise. It’s simply amazing!”

He took the opportunity to learn from her, without realizing anything.

But it was Biber and Boris Lewis who first noticed that something was off.

They exchanged a glance.

Isn’t the Anonymous a man?

How come the voice suddenly became a woman’s voice?

“The task is done. Will they let you go once it’s done?” the other side asked, continuing to give instructions.

Jeffrey already knew that his master was a woman, so he didn’t find the female voice unusual.

He had yet to answer when his master said, “Give them the phone, I’ll talk to them.”

With his master backing him up, Jeffrey felt confident and upright, as if his backbone had been reinforced.

He pushed his phone to the side.

Boris signaled Biber to speak.

Biber voice became heavy, “Anonymous?”

“I am,” a pleasant and decisive female voice responded to him, “The task is already done. My disciple hopes that you can complete

your deal. You are a smart person and should not get into trouble, right?”

The tone of the words was polite and courteous, but the underlying meaning was worth pondering.

Biber noticed Boris’s gesture and calmly responded, “We are not involved in the human org*n business. If the job is done, you pay us,

and we’re even.”

“That’s good.”

When Ziana was about to hang up the phone, a male voice came through.

The man’s voice seemed to be relatively far away, but even so, after three years of being together, she was very familiar with his voice.

“Anonymous is a woman?” he asked slowly, his voice filled with a hint of amusement. “Ziana, is that you?”

Ziana was suddenly startled!

How does the other party know that she is a woman?

Upon being reminded, she quickly reached for the earpiece hanging on her ear.

However, there was no trace of the earphones anywhere.

Just then, Jeffrey also realized what had happened.

He noticed the silence on the other end and quickly improvised, “Haha! My master can sound like a man or a woman! Haven’t you heard of something called a voice changer?””

“Ziana, why are you not speaking?” Boris asked in a confident tone, certain of the woman’s identity.

Just as the voice of the man was familiar to her despite the distance, he was also familiar with her voice.

The tone and breathing frequency of the woman’s voice were exactly the same.

He didn’t believe he could be mistaken.

Ziana held onto her phone tightly and, after a moment, abruptly hung up the call.

Right now, Jeffrey didn’t know what to say, but the email happened to arrive at that moment.

He could only remind the two of them, “The person you’re looking for is this one.”

As his gaze drifted away, Boris noticed a smirk on his face as he looked at the face in the picture.

“Indeed it’s him.”