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Chapter 153 Top Hacker

“I suffered a relapse overseas and ignored it. Now, it’s affecting me in some way,” Natasha revealed.

Spencer gazed at her. His brows furrowed together. “Show me your hand.”

Natasha rolled up her sleeves and exposed her fair arm. Her wrist was trembling slightly.

Spencer touched her bone carefully before getting to his feet. Going to the table, he pulled out a black

bag from an intricate black box custom-made for him. He then returned to Natasha to begin his

treatment. There was a row of needles in the bag.

He pulled a needle out and inserted it into Natasha’s slender wrist slowly.

His expression was stern and serious.

“It’s going to hurt a little, so bear with it,” Spencer reminded her.

Natasha didn’t utter a word and watched as the needle pierced her skin. Spencer’s treatment was

different compared to usual acupuncture treatments, for the pain caused by this needle spread all the

way to the tips of her fingers.

Despite furrowing her brows, Natasha didn’t make a sound.

Spencer took another needle and inserted it into her wrist.

He lifted his head and glanced at Natasha.

Cold sweat had formed on her brows, and she seemed pale. However, she still didn’t utter a word.

“You still have a high pain tolerance, huh?” Spencer commented.

“You’re saying as if I can ask someone else to tolerate the pain for me if I can’t handle it anymore,”

Natasha replied with a smirk.

Spencer sighed. “Oh, what a waste of your good looks. There’s no harm in showing your weakness

once in a while.”

“Will it stop hurting if I show my weakness?” Natasha asked.

Spencer was rendered speechless.

He promptly regretted making that comment.

They had known each other for years, and he knew her character well.

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Ugh, why did I create trouble for myself?

A few minutes later, the pain intensified. Natasha’s face grew paler as time ticked by.

“Hold it a little longer,” Spencer said.

Natasha’s wrist started trembling again.

Seeing that, Spencer pinned her hand down. He felt bad for her when he saw how she was biting back

the anguish.

“Did you find any clues about the culprit who killed your parents?” Spencer asked as he fixed his gaze

on her.

Natasha shook her head in response.

“It has been years, but you still failed to find anything. Could it be a simple accident? Are you reading

too much into it?” Spencer suggested.

Hearing that, Natasha shot him a look and snorted icily. “Spencer, you’re welcome to try to divert my

attention, but please don’t insult my intelligence.”

Spencer responded, “Even if it wasn’t an accident, perhaps the culprit who killed your parents is

already dead by now. Otherwise, you would’ve found at least a clue.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes. “Even if you’re right, I want to see his body no matter what.”

Spencer wasn’t sure what to say, for he knew she had never gotten over it.

Natasha had been calm and indifferent all the while, but she had never stopped investigating the

reason behind her parents’ death over the years.

“There is no progress to your investigation, so perhaps it involves something bigger,” Spencer said.

“No matter what, I’ll find out the truth to avenge them!” Natasha vowed solemnly.

Spencer gazed at her before looking away.

It was time.

Thus, he removed the needles from her wrist.

“If you want to unravel the truth, take good care of your hand. You’re a top hacker. How will you carry

on the investigation if you lose the ability to use your hand?”

Her face drained of color, Natasha said naught a word. Despite her ashen complexion, she still looked

as beautiful as ever.

“You’re Shadow Seeker, the top hacker in the world. Don’t you know you’re sought by many? I know

plenty of people who would die to recruit you. Won’t you consider it?”

Natasha shook her head. “I promised Grandpa. I don’t want to make him worried.”

“Then why are you that insistent on finding the truth?”

“They are separate matters!”

Spencer arched a brow.

Fine. You’re powerful enough to call the shots, anyway.

Natasha glanced at him. “How long will it take for my hand to recover completely?”

“At least two months,” came Spencer’s reply.

Natasha could barely hide her surprise. “That long?”

“If you’d bothered listening to me, your hand would’ve recovered ages ago. Fortunately, you came to

your senses before it is too late. Otherwise, you can only use your hand to eat in the future.”

Natasha didn’t bother arguing with him. She rolled down her sleeves and looked at him. “How often do I

need to come to you?”

“Once every three days,” Spencer replied.

Natasha rose to her feet instantly. “I’ll pay you a visit three days later.”

Spencer’s brows scrunched up. “You’re leaving already?”

“Is there anything else?”

“I came all the way here to treat you. Aren’t you going to have a meal with me? You’re leaving just like

that?” Spencer stared at her; his eyes rounded in incredulity.

“Are you in need of people to eat with you?”

“That’s my business. But I came here just for you. I’m going to be here for three months. Aren’t you

going to be a good host?” Spencer retorted.

Natasha pondered over his words. He’s right.

“Let’s do that another day. I’ve been outside for too long today. My family might worry about me.”

“You’re an adult. Is your grandpa that controlling?” Spencer snapped.

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Natasha mulled over his words. “Hmm, he’s not the only one. I’ll introduce you to some other people

later.”

“Who are they?” Spencer’s curiosity was piqued.

“You’ll find out later.” She got to her feet and left his room without waiting for his reply.

Spencer stared at her back and shook his head helplessly.

We last met ten years ago, but she never changed a bit.

At the hotel restaurant downstairs, Kenneth was sitting on a couch, clad in a black suit. He exuded an

impressive vibe of dignity that deterred others from approaching him.

That was what Thea saw when she arrived.

He was born to be in the spotlight. It would only take one look at him for one to remember him forever.

Thea hated him immensely, but she also loved him dearly.

She initially planned on destroying him if she couldn’t get him to be hers. However, after receiving his

call, she couldn’t stop her heart from racing. Yearning to see him, she had decided to come to the hotel

to meet him.

In fact, she couldn’t help but hope that he finally realized how important she was to him after her

departure.

With that thought in mind, she smoothened her outfit and forced herself to calm down. She then went

over to him and greeted him, “Hello, Kenneth.”

Kenneth lifted his gaze and shot her a look.

Thea occupied the seat across from him and put on a calm front. “Why did you ask to meet me? Is

something the matter?”

Kenneth gazed at her arrogantly as though he was a royalty.

“What’s the matter?” Thea repeated.

Without warning, Kenneth fished out a few flight tickets and placed them on the table.

Thea took one look at the tickets and narrowed her eyes. “What are you trying to imply?”

“Leave Glenport City,” Kenneth ordered icily.

Thea’s heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. Her hope all gone, she balled her fists and demanded

in a shrill voice, “Are you asking me to leave?”