The log was incomplete, containing only a few intercepted lines of dialogue.
[Move the assets.]
[The White Tower has prepared the drop point.]
[Chairman Sinclair will cover the books through the foundation's channels.]
[The relief station's accounts are clean. It won't attract attention.]
The final line read:
[What The Overlord wants isn't money. It's the data in her hands.]
When the screenshot of this exchange appeared, dead silence swept through the banquet hall.
Every word was a fatal blow directed straight at Alaric.
Alaric's face turned ghastly pale, and he blurted out instinctively, "That's impossible. How could you have..."
The moment the words left his mouth, he realized his slip-up.
His voice came to an abrupt halt.
But it was too late.
Serena looked at him, her smile deepening. "Why so anxious, Chairman Sinclair? I haven't even mentioned where this communication log came from."
Cold sweat beaded on Alaric's forehead.
He stared fixedly at the large screen, a sliver of unconcealable panic finally surfacing in his eyes.
This communication log...
How was it in her hands?
Could it be from the residual servers at the underground base in Severia?
No.
Impossible.
They had scrubbed everything clean.
As if seeing right through him, Serena drawled, "Before the Severian underground base self-destructed, someone thought they had wiped all the transit records."
"A pity they didn't scrub hard enough."
Her red lips curled into a smirk, her tone lacing with amusement. "If I have one talent, it's that I'm exceptionally good at dumpster diving."
Hearing this, Jasper almost burst out laughing.
Good at dumpster diving?
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