Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1757

Director Kaelen snatched the module out of the air, his expression murderously dark.

The crowd of buyers, previously demanding to know who created Specimen Fourteen, fell dead silent.

Everyone in the room simultaneously realized that the hidden hand orchestrating this had just exposed itself.

Serena lowered her head, resuming her typing on the pod's interface, seemingly entirely disinterested in the ship's internal drama.

She didn't need to stand on a soapbox and publicly point the finger at Obsidian Sun.

She had delivered the mole and the physical evidence directly into the ship's lap.

The crew was far more highly motivated to uncover the truth than she was.

Furious beyond words, Kaelen ordered The Lead Auctioneer to lock down the crowd.

Clutching the rogue module, he stormed backstage and demanded his technicians tear the malware apart instantly.

Simultaneously, he ordered the chief medical officer to rip through the mole's entire employment history.

The Vessel's Systems Division was already practically foaming at the mouth. They didn't need to be told twice.

The second the mole's ID was locked, they initiated a massive server rollback.

And what they found...

Drained the color from the lead technician's face. "Director, we've got a match!"

"Report!" Kaelen barked.

The technician stared at the monitors, his voice gravelly. "When Specimen Fourteen first entered the ship's internal logs, it was cleared using a Top-Tier Emergency Medical Transit override."

"And the account that authorized the security bypass..."

He paused, his furious gaze cutting toward the paralyzed mole being dragged in by security. "...was his."

Kaelen's face turned thunderous.

The tech quickly plugged The Sabotage Interface Module into an isolated sandbox terminal, rapidly reverse-engineering its core structure.

Specimen Fourteen was brought aboard using the mole's medical clearance.

The mole had just attempted to falsify its vitals, steal it from the auction stage, and delete its transit records using a terminal identical to the one supplied for Specimen Seven.

And Specimen Seven... had a fully documented, legal owner on file.

The ship knew exactly who the client was.

Every single breadcrumb led straight back to the exact same door.

Kaelen slowly raised his head, staring through the one-way glass at the massive screen in the auction hall.

His eyes locked onto the slender, elegant woman in the black evening gown standing beside the pod.

She was looking down at the telemetry, her expression completely calm and lazy.

It was as if she had truly just intervened in a routine medical malfunction.

Director Kaelen's heart sank into an icy, bottomless abyss.