Chapter 398 The Tiger That Knows How to Act Cute
Benjamin's expression darkened as he asked in a heavy voice, "Even Eldon can't track down Elijah?"
Eldon ranked in the top three on the global hacker list.
If even he couldn't do it, then probably no one in all of Novaria could help him.
Chase shook his head with a stern expression, "Can't find him. The other party cleaned up their tracks really well."
Benjamin lowered his eyes, lost in thought.
"Tell Eldon to find someone. If he can't do it, someone else can."
Chase glanced meaningfully behind him, "Mr. White, actually you could ask Mrs. White for help."
"Sophia?"
"Yes, Mrs. White's hacking skills are even better than Eldon's. Before you came back, she helped the White Group a lot."
Even he hadn't expected that such a petite woman like Sophia would have so much power inside her.
Sophia was not only skilled in medicine, but also an expert hacker.
Oh right, Sophia was also an amazing driver, every bit as good as a professional racer.
Sophia even had more assets under her name than Benjamin.
No wonder Benjamin was so insistent on being supported by Sophia when he first came back.
Benjamin was like a cuddly tiger around Sophia.
In front of others, Benjamin freely showed his fangs.
In front of Sophia, he was as docile as a cat.
Benjamin had no idea that his image in Chase's mind had already completely collapsed.
He thought for a moment, then slowly nodded, "I'll ask her tonight."
After learning that Sophia's hacking skills were even better than Eldon's, Benjamin started to doubt himself a little.
He had thought he knew enough about his wife, but it turned out he was far from it.
Sophia gave him a new surprise almost every day.
This made him both satisfied and worried. Satisfied that such an amazing Sophia belonged to him.
Worried that... he wasn't good enough for her.
"Mr. White, you don't need to worry too much. I believe Mrs. White will definitely be able to find out."
Seeing Benjamin rubbing his temples, looking completely at a loss, Chase said in a low voice to comfort him.
GeneCipher Society was like a tumor, seeming to exist in every corner, yet impossible to even catch a shadow of.
If they couldn't root out the people behind GeneCipher Society, they probably wouldn't have any peaceful days ahead.
"Got it. Drive, back to Lakeview Villa."
He trusted Chase's judgment, and even more so Sophia's abilities.
But he always felt like he was overlooking some very important detail about GeneCipher Society.
Yet for some reason, he just couldn't remember what it was.
Just then, his phone suddenly vibrated.
Benjamin opened his phone and glanced at it, a deep, cold glint flashing in his eyes.
On the screen was a text from an unknown number: "7 PM tonight, Cask & Clover VIP room 3102, let's meet."
His deep gaze fixed on the message content, and he called the number shown.
But no one answered.
Only busy signals came through the phone.
A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in his heart, and he commanded Chase sharply, "Go to Cask & Clover."
Chase turned to look at him in surprise, "Sir, you're not really in good shape to drink right now, are you?"
"Cut the crap, drive."
Benjamin snapped impatiently, then slowly closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat to rest.
Chase was confused, but seeing Benjamin's cold expression, he didn't dare ask more questions and directly changed direction, heading to Cask & Clover.
About ten minutes later, the car slowly stopped in the underground parking garage of Cask & Clover.
Chase said to the person behind him, "Mr. White, we're here."
Benjamin slowly opened his eyes, gave Chase a few instructions, then pushed the door open and got out.
As he got out, there was a smooth-textured medicine bottle in his warm palm.
His rough thumb gently rubbed the bottle twice, then he carefully placed it in his suit pocket and walked toward the elevator.
Inside Cask & Clover, the lights were dim, and you could only see a mass of people twisting their bodies in the hall.
The pounding music felt like it was stomping on people's hearts, making them move involuntarily.
Noisy and flashy.
Benjamin got off the elevator, and passing through the corridor, he could see the scene in the first-floor hall.
His expression unchanged, he walked toward the private room mentioned in the text.
Outside room 3102, two well-trained men stood on either side of the door.
Their faces were expressionless, yet they gave off a strong sense of pressure.
When they saw Benjamin's figure, the two exchanged glances, then opened the door and made a welcoming gesture.
Benjamin's gaze swept over them lightly, and he strode into the room.
The private room was very quiet, completely different from the noisy atmosphere downstairs. Because it was too quiet, it felt somewhat eerie.
The dim lighting amplified that dangerous atmosphere to the extreme.
Benjamin walked in with steady steps, his eyes finally stopping on the tall figure on the sofa.
His pupils suddenly contracted, a flash of shock crossing his eyes, "Mr. Bryant?"
The person before him was the man who, in his memory, had adopted him.
In his memory, this man had taken him out of the orphanage, let him live in a big house, and eat food and snacks he had never had before.
Just when he thought he had reached heaven, this man brought him to another place.
That place was GeneCipher Society's training ground.
More precisely, it was a burial ground for countless people.
GeneCipher Society's principle for training subordinates was: if you're not loyal enough, if you can't be the best, then you have no reason to live.
To train the most excellent and top-tier people, they even set up cruel systems.
Each year, only three people could leave the training ground alive.
To survive, dozens or even hundreds of people had to kill each other.
In the end... only those who survived were qualified to become official members of the organization.
Benjamin... or rather, the former Finnley, had participated in that training and successfully became one of those who walked out alive.
In his memory, he had seen this man three times in total.
The first time was at the orphanage, when he took Finnley out.
The second time was at the training ground, when he told Finnley that only by surviving could he be worthy of being his son.
The third time was now.
Seeing him again, Benjamin couldn't quite describe what he was feeling.
During his time at the White Villa, he had lived well, even too well.
So well that it made him feel like everything was a dream.
After coming back, he had tasted care and love he had never experienced before, and didn't need to constantly worry about dying the next second.
He had even started to crave this life.
But unexpectedly, Valentin still appeared.
Valentin, sitting on the sofa, was lean and tall, wearing a black trench coat, with a strangely shaped mask covering most of his face.
"Had enough fun? Time to come back."