The President's Pregnant, Ex-Wife-Chapter 412 – so I can mimic him when I recover

In an underground bunker house, located in Massachusetts, no one could guess that the house even exists as the retro bunker was covered in a stealthy grass roof, nearly 3m-high skylights and a natural cooling system.

A man lay on the bed with his head and eyes covered with a bandage. On two other beds lay two women, with their whole body covered in a bandage, except for their mouth and nose.

Those parts of their faces had already undergone transformation and the last part of the transformation was what they were going through.

A caretaker sat beside them, taking instructions and doing as told. This time around, she had a report to make.

"The hacker wants to speak to you. He said there has been a problem."

The man on the bed panicked. His body had undergone a lot of surgeries to look like the image he had plastered around the walls. Those images were pictures of Mr. Robin Jewel, the President of the Jewel Group.

"What problem? Did you not say that Daniel died?" He asked seriously, clearly not ready for this bad news. The woman sitting on the chair explained calmly.

"That is what the truck driver said. He confirmed that Daniel hit a cliff and fell. The video shows the car summersaulting three times and being trapped inside a mud. Even his wife might not survive it."

The woman had been with them for a long while and was abreast with his behavior, except that for a few months now, the man has been very ill tempered. He raged,

"Then why is there a problem? I want to speak with the hacker. Didn’t you say that he was top-notch?"

"He is," the woman sighed and responded calmly. She dialed a number on her a phone and a male voice spoke from the end of the line, his voice resounding through the speaker. freeweɓnøvel.com

"Good morning, sir."

"Is it morning already?" The man on the bed asked anxiously. He hated that the days were running fast without achieving anything substantial.

"It’s midnight. Sir, Anna told me that..." the voice of the hacker was cut off in anger.

Is that the name you gave him?" The man on the bed angrily questioned the woman.

She was about to respond when the man on the line, taken aback by the hoarseness of the voice, spoke again.

"I’m sorry, she mentioned Estelle but it’s because I knew her personally."

"Call her Estelle," the man on the bed raged. He feared that if mistakes like this were being made day in and day out, their disguise would be revealed, despite their tremendous transformation.

"Yes sir, Estelle informed me that the hacker managing their security was dead, but there seems to be somebody else managing it. The reinforcement is even stronger. I had to withdraw quickly to not expose my identity."

The hacker’s words greatly annoyed the man on the bed. "You mean that they have another hacker or the old one isn’t dead?" He asked, his angry voice sounding violent. The hacker shivered at the end of the line, wishing to catch a glimpse of the man.

He already imagined him to be a grumpy old man. Swallowing his fears, he responded,

"I tried to hack into the hospital servers where the previous hacker was sent, but somehow, the same hacker blocked me. I don’t know if he is the same person or another. Mr. and Mrs. Jewel’s offices are still heavily secured, just as the villa. I can’t have access to them."

The man on the bed was so furious, his mouth and nose turned red. This wasn’t the report he was expecting.

He had wanted that by now, there would have been videos of Robin’s movements in the villa waiting for him to recover and watch.

Not getting what he wanted, he could not control his anger and cursed, "You are crazy. You are mad. How are you not able to do anything?"

The hacker was offended but could not retaliate. After all, he was known as the best in this region.

This was the first time things turned so difficult for him and he didn’t know how to explain it to the understanding of the angry client.

"Sir, this is a battle. Estelle assured me that nobody was managing the security at the moment, but it doesn’t look that way. I’m very sorry, but this is not my fault and you can keep the balance. Or use it to get another hacker if I’m not good enough for you."

The line died before the man on the bed could speak another word. His transplanted teeth were grinding together. He didn’t mind changing all his teeth and getting artificial ones that looked exactly like that of Robin’s.

Estelle, didn’t you say that the truck driver completed the job?" His anger was directed at his caretaker, now that the hacker was no longer there to tolerate his nonsense.

Estelle was uncomfortable and responded grimly, "Yes, and I have the video here. If you had recovered from the surgery, I would have shown it to you."

The man on the bed felt that his caretaker was of no use at this moment, so his focus shifted to the woman on the next bed.

"Mara...I mean Hazel," he quickly corrected himself. After adopting new identities with new names, it was difficult not to revert to their former names. "What should we do?" he asked hopefully, as the woman had been too silent for his liking. She was the mastermind behind evil plans.

The woman sounded sorrowful when she spoke, as she still had not obtained the one thing she wanted.

This plan was not her specialty, as it still would not give her what she desired. However, this was her only second chance to have this man for herself.

As such, she decided to play by his rules.

"I don’t think that Robin’s hacker died. Since we can’t access the hospital, which is a private facility, it means that they suspect someone is behind it. Let’s lay low for now," she suggested.

The man on the bed was unhappy with the suggestion and retorted with determination,

"I need access to the villa. I have to observe what Robin does when he enters and leaves the house, so I can mimic his behavior when I recover."