His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

188 My Patience Has Reached Its Limit

The next morning, Frade went to work as usual, and when I was sleepy, I remember he kissed me goodbye. It was Liv's phone that woke me up. She told me that she had sent some messages to my email.

So I got up and opened my laptop after washing my face. I opened my email. The latest email was filled with computer code and pictures I couldn't read.

"Liv, honey," I said as I picked up the phone. "You'd better explain to me what all these codes and pictures mean. You know I'm not IT."

"I'm sorry." Liv chuckled at the other end of the phone. "I knew sending these to you wouldn't work, but Mark insisted. He said there was evidence we found."

"So?"

"The picture of Margaret in the nightclub was posted by an Australian internet user, but we looked up the IP address and found that it was just a virtual address. So it could have been a hacker. You know, the harder the question, the more it gets my attention."

"Go on."

"We cracked the firewall and broke into the hacker's computer. Then we found out that the photos and videos he received about Margaret came from someone's phone. I think it was the same person who took the photos of Margaret having sex in a nightclub. At first, I wondered if the owner of the phone had volunteered the photos to the hacker, but after our investigation, there was another line of communication with the hacker."

"Did you break into the Hacker's social software?" I asked.

"You're right," Liv said excitedly. "It turns out that someone was behind this hacker's back. So we traced the other party's IP address to her real address."

"Her?" My heart skipped a beat. "You mean her?"

"Guess who she is?" Liv kept me in suspense.

I let out a heavy sigh. "You can tell me her name."

"Mia!"

Her name was exactly what I had in mind, and I thought of Mia's winning appearance at the dinner party last night. It is always difficult for people to hide their inner thoughts when they are complacent.

"Tell me everything you know." I was tired of guessing.

"It turns out the hacker was a huge fan of Mia's, and he used technology to hack into her social media and leave her private messages," Liv said, "Mia ended up talking to this guy so much, that she even secretly got him to discredit some of her competitors. You know, it's just celebrities' dirty laundry and personal photos, even pictures of Marguerite having sex in a nightclub. What's more, the man was willing to work for her. And he gets one phone call from Mia every time he completes a task Mia has asked him to do, and that's it."

"He really is a huge fan of Mia." I wonder how Mia can always find such a dedicated man to work for her.

"But how did he get the photos?" I asked. "You said the hacker got the photos by hacking into a man's phone."

"We found through their chat records that Mia had the phone sent to him. I guess Mia somehow got her hands on the phone with the photos ," Liv said sarcastically, "or other men were helping her. "

"OK, thanks. I'll contact you again if I need your help." I said and hung up.

I left my phone on the table and went to the fridge to get a cold bottle of water. I took a big gulp of cold water to relieve my inner turmoil.

Mia, Mia.

It turns out she's been causing trouble all along.

It was she who ordered the hackers to post Margaret's private photos on the internet. It was she who made Margaret end up with suicide. Why is she acting so crazy right now? Just for the title of President's daughter?

As for Mia, I've always tolerated her mistakes. Even though she can be just as horrible as Gina sometimes, they're not the same. I can't bear to see Gina hurt me, but I still owe Mia.

Mikeal made her life miserable. She suffered more than she should have. I thought that as long as I gave her my mother's inheritance, I could make her forget the pain of the past, but the facts always exceeded my expectations.

Sometimes, the more I give, the more she gets away with it. Mia has been blinded by the desire for money and power, and she is on an endless road.

I can't imagine what crazy things she's going to do in the end. Should I stop her?

After some thought, I decided to call Mia. It didn't go through the first time, so I made a second call, but it didn't go through either. It wasn't until the fifth call that Mia's languid voice came through.

"What?" She said.

"I need to see you now."

"Dear sister, if you want to see me, you can make an appointment with my agent," Mia scoffed. "But I'm afraid your appointment will be next month."

"I said, I want to see you, NOW," I said sternly. "You think I don't know what you did to Margaret? That crazy fan of yours told me about those pictures of Margaret at the club."

There was silence at the other end of the line. "I don't believe you."

"Or we could just go to Mickle, and I'd be happy to give him everything I've got," I said to her in a threatening tone, "Do you think he would still think of you as his daughter if he knew you were behind Margaret's death?"

"What the hell are you doing?" Mia was exasperated. "Why are you always targeting me?"

"See you in 15 minutes!"

"At least give me the address," Mia yelled at the other end of the line. "I have a fan meet-up in half an hour. I don't have much time to waste with you."

"Looks like you'll have to cancel the fan meeting," I said coldly.

"Eva, listen. I don't want to be your enemy!" Mia said. "But you can't keep pushing me!"

"This is our last interview, and I'll leave you alone," I said. "The address is Castle Peak Nursing Home."

"Alright! I hope you keep your word this time."

I called Ian at once after I hung up.

"Good morning, Eva," Ian said over the phone. "I was surprised to get your call."

"I want you to do me a favour," I said.

"I'm listening."