My Wife is a Hacker (Nicole Riddle and Jared) novel Chapter 2572

Chapter 2572

Then, Preston speculated. "How about this? There could’ve been a possibility that whoever had saved you back then had stolen it?"

'If it wasn't on her, is it possible that someone could've intercepted it along the way? As she woke up with amnesia and did not remember anyone, that perpetrator might've taken it and hid it elsewhere.' Preston thought to himself.

However, Nicole felt that it was unlikely that someone could have stolen it from her, as she was the only person who knew how to activate the Fire Crest.

"Perhaps they took it and sold it off without knowing the value of it," Preston muttered.

In a flip, the look on Preston's face changed, and he exclaimed, "What if they took it and sold it off!"

Nicole chuckled. "I don't think they would do something like that. The people there? They all live very honest lives."

Nicole was certain that the bunch of people who had saved her would not commit such petty crimes. After all, the device housing the Fire Crest itself was rather insignificant.

"Then where on earth could it have gone? Ever since you went missing, you were basically living with them," Preston continued, becoming increasingly agitated as he could not figure out where the Fire Crest had gone if the people who had saved Nicole had not pawned it.

As for Nicole, a sudden rush of emotions came over her. She was unable to pin it down into words, but she had a hunch that she had seemingly stumbled across the Fire Crest somewhere.

'Where did I come across these words before? Was it in one of the sessions I had? What was the meaning behind them?' Nicole asked herself.

Noticing that Nicole was feeling uneasy, Preston cautiously asked, "Nicole, are you okay? What's wrong?"

Nicole snapped back into her senses, whereupon she looked up at Preston. She slowly shook her head without saying a word. Then, she turned to her computer, staring at the screen.

Her eyes squinted as she centered her gaze at the screen, 'I can't put my finger on it, but it looks oddly familiar with the system that Lawrence had once given me...'

"Wait a minute...," she muttered, tensing up as she clicked on her mouse several times and clacked away on her keyboard.