How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 191

They're bound to launch a relentless barrage of attacks.

As long as she timed it right, Blanche could use counter-tracking to pinpoint their IP addresses, locate their physical whereabouts, and arrange for immediate arrests—she wouldn't even need to set up a sting operation.

This job could be wrapped up today. She might even leave Capitol City by nightfall.

Blanche strode over to Mr. Jordan. "Mr. Jordan, I'd like to try tracing their IP addresses first. What do you think?"

Moving swiftly, Blanche ran a counter-trace and soon locked onto the suspects' IP. Turned out, it was a local crime ring. She handed the address straight to Mr. Jordan. Elated, he organized a raid, and within the hour, the suspects were brought in. Under questioning, they quickly confessed to stealing a large sum from multiple bank accounts.

But—

Inside the interrogation room—

"We only took a dollar from each account. The rest? Not us."

"Still denying it? Who else could it be?"

"We own up to what we did—real men take responsibility. But if it wasn't us, don't you dare pin it on us."

"Can't solve the case and want scapegoats? Not a chance."

Listening to their statements, Blanche frowned slightly.

"Ms. Griffiths, take a look at this…" Mr. Jordan turned to Blanche.

"Let me check their computers."

Mr. Jordan immediately had the team bring over the confiscated laptop. As soon as Blanche touched it, the login screen popped up, requesting a password.

"I'll have someone ask them for the password," Mr. Jordan offered.

"No need."

Blanche's slender fingers danced across the keyboard, swiftly entering a string of code. The laptop unlocked instantly.

Impressed, Mr. Jordan stood back, barely daring to breathe, not wanting to break Blanche's concentration.

She launched a "minesweeper" scan, the screen filling with digital tiles as lines of code flashed and vanished, until she breached another layer of the system: the suspects' transfer records.

They'd siphoned a dollar from every triggered account, pooling the money into a tidy fortune—hundreds of thousands.

Mr. Jordan accepted it politely, though he sounded noncommittal. "We've already brought in an expert for this case, Mr. Simmons, but thank you all the same."

Rebekah's smile faltered. "Mr. Jordan, come on—one more expert means one more chance."

"This case has been piling up for ages. My dad complains about it every week."

"And I overheard Larkin's team outside—they're saying you nabbed the wrong people."

"Some folks even claim the experts are useless."

"Not all 'experts' are the real deal. With Eddy's company, you can actually check client reviews." Rebekah took a tablet from Eddy's security guard and handed it to Mr. Jordan, showing feedback from clients who'd recovered major losses thanks to Eddy's cybersecurity systems.

Mr. Jordan shot a glare at Larkin, who immediately fell silent.

He glanced at the tablet. The highlighted reviews praised the recovery of large sums, grateful clients singing the company's praises.

Mr. Jordan looked up at Eddy, realizing he'd come well-prepared.

"All right, let's see what you can do," Mr. Jordan said, pushing open the office door and leading Eddy and his team inside.