The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136

It was a meager autount compared to the sum knew I would need.

Disappointed but not downtrodden, I drove to the bank next. They wanted to decline me for a loan, especially when I wasn’t but when I mentioned using my house as collateral, terribly convincing what I needed it for I couldn’t tell them the truth that changed everything.

I walked out of the bank with more money than I had ever possessed before sitting in my bank accounts.

My next stop was where the danger began. I inhaled slowly, preparing myself, before I put my car in drive.

My drive took me to one of the shadier sides of town, to an unassuming little apartment building. I walked to the apartment I needed on the third floor, 3A, and knocked. I hoped Hank hadn’t moved.

“Who is it?” Hank called through the door.

“Vanessa Harper,” I called back.

The door opened, and Hank, a middle–aged man with thinning brown hair and a beer gut stood there.

“Vanessa Harper. I never thought I’d see you again. At least, not at my door. You haven’t forgotten you fired me?”

Hank had once been an employee of mine. I’d caught him hacking into the company financial files and thereby fired him. The board had backed me, but Hank had made a fuss about it. He threatened to take it to trial, but never did. I suspected he knew we could easily provide proof of his hacking.

My being here was a longshot, but I only had those left. For Ava, I was here. For Ava, I would do this.

“I need your help,” I said.

“My help?” he asked, pointing at himself.

“Hank, do you know anything about the dark web?”

Hank gave me a long sideways glance. “What makes you think I do?”

“Because you are a hacker.”

“That’s never been proven.”

“I could prove it.”

“You will have to, because if you can’t that’s slander, and –

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“Please, Hank,” I said. “I don’t have time. I know you are angry with me, and I don’t blame you. But my daughter is in the hospital, and the healers say she is going to die if a matching donor can’t provide her with wolf essence.”

“Wolf essence… that sounds serious.”

“It is.”

“But what does that have to do with me? With the dark web?” Before I could even reply, something sparked in his eyes. “You want to use the dark web to find a donor, and you need someone like me to help you.”

“Yes. And I’m willing to pay you commission if you will help me.”

He laughed a little. “Oh how the tables have turned. You fired me so quickly, leaving me with nothing. Now you want me to do a favor for you?”

“I will pay you,” I reiterated.

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