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    Ashley exined, “He asked why my phone had a fortified system installed by K.”


    “Hand me your phone,” Freya said.


    “Sure. Here you go.”


    Ashley obediently fetched her new device.


    Freya plugged it into herptop with a data cable, ran a program, and after everything was set up, handed it back to Ashley, motioning for her to stash it away.


    “What was that about?” Ashley asked as she returned.


    “From now on, only use that app to reach me,” Freya said. “No calls, no texts.”


    Ashley nodded. “Alright.”


    Freya responded with a simple grunt.


    The app was her own creation, cloaked underyers of encrypted code.


    Even if someone tried to hack into the phone, they’d never find it.


    “Freya.”


    “Yeah?”


    “How… how does he even know about my situation? And how did he know I was on a call just now?”


    “Probably just dumb luck,” Freya guessed. “He might’ve called the moment we started talking.”


    Ashley hesitated, then checked her screen.


    Once she calmed down, she noticed a missed call notification shing. Earlier, in her flustered state, she’d dismissed it as another system pop-up on her new phone.


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    “What about the screen going ck?” Ashley asked.


    “That was his hacker.” Freya didn’t sugarcoat it. “Given the way he operates, he probably just reviewed the cameras near your ce, too.”


    Ashley blinked, startled. “A hacker?”


    She’d only ever seen that stuff in movies.


    Her thoughts snapped back to something from the call. “And the ‘K’ he brought up?”


    “Another hacker.” Freya didn’t say more.


    But Ashley’s eyes said it all—she’d put two and two together. She knew the “K” he meant was Freya.


    Freya offered no confirmation. “Just carry on like normal. Pretend you don’t know a thing.”


    “Okay…” Ashley mumbled, still in a daze.


    Freya stood, getting ready to leave.


    Ashley, remembering what mattered most, asked, “Will he hurt my grandma and brother?”


    “Whether he ns to or not, it’s not something you need to worry about now,” Freya assured her. “I’ve already made arrangements to keep them safe. They’ll be alright.”


    “Thanks, Freya.”


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