Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 221

“Melvin…” Seeing his despondent expression, the assistant offered a comforting word. “I heard about an incredibly skilled hacker group in the country called Binary Oracle. They say if you pay them enough, they can find anyone or anything, no matter how obscure.”

“However—” The assistant hesitated. “Rumor has it the leader of Binary Oracle only takes jobs when the mood strikes. They’re not easy to hire.”

“Try anyway,” Melvin said, his eyes fixed absently on the large monitor. “As long as they can find them, money is no object.”

He had spent the last decade abroad, leaving him with no connections back home.

“Understood,” the assistant nodded, then mused aloud, “Still, with so many people looking, how could we not find a single one?”

Melvin remained silent, his face grim. He’d been asking himself that same question for years. During the shipwreck, he had watched with his own eyes as a fisherman rescued his youngest sister, while one of his brothers had lost his footing and plunged into the sea.

His parents had fought desperately to get life jackets on him, his older brother, and the three other sisters who hadn’t made it off the boat in time.

Then… the ship capsized. He could still hear his parents’ desperate final words: “Until your youngest sister is an adult, do not look for each other. And do not reveal any clues about what happened today.”

“Remember, it’s the only way you’ll all survive. You must remember.”

That scene had replayed in his mind countless times. He never understood why they had to wait until his sister turned eighteen to search for one another.

Her back was to him, and she was fanning her face with her hand. Though he couldn’t see her expression, he could tell she was angry. Kurt was hovering around her, offering coffee and water, clearly trying to placate her.

Melvin’s brow furrowed in disapproval. Though he was a citizen of Moralia Country, Orient Country blood ran through his veins. He naturally hoped to see another star like ‘J’ emerge from his home country and bring it glory.

He’d done a little research on Kurt. The kid had some talent, but it was unrefined. With the right training over the next few days, he could definitely improve his skills enough to have a shot at the top five. But here he was, chasing girls during such a critical time.

“Two things,” Melvin said, a flicker of disdain in his eyes as he stood up and grabbed his helmet. “Keep tracking any news about J, and contact Binary Oracle. Also, inform the organizers that starting tomorrow, no unauthorized personnel are allowed on the training grounds.”