Gavin’s POV I swiveled slightly, my eyes fixed on my special assistant, George, who stood before me with his head slightly bowed. “So,” I eventually said. “Someone managed to hack into Li City hospital’s internal network, and you're only reporting this to me now?” His Adam’s apple popped back and forth as he swallowed hard. “Chairman, the breach was highly sophisticated. The intruder moved quickly and left behind minimal traces. We detected the activity late and tried to track them, but their tracks disappeared before we could pinpoint anything.” My fingers tapped on the desk rhythmically. “And what did they accomplish during their little visit?” “They deleted a few surveillance videos,” George explained, though his expression betrayed his confusion.“That's all?” I raised a brow in question. That was strange. “Yes, Chairman. It's unusual for someone skilled enough to bypass the hospital’s firewall so effortlessly. One would expect them to steal sensitive data but they didn't touch any confidential files. They only erased some seemingly insignificant footage….” He paused and continued. “The forensic team suspects that the hacker could be Black Tide.” The name caused a flicker of intrigue to cross my face. “Black Tide?” I murmured in recognition as I leaned back in the chair. Black Tide was a legendary figure in the world of hacking. It was a name that surfaced nearly a decade ago, synonymous with unparalleled skill. Wherever Black Tide stuck, no fireball could withstand their attack, and no rival hacker could block their path. Despite countless attempts, no one had ever uncovered Black Tide’s true identity–whether they were a man, a woman or even part of a group. Not even me. It was just like a ghost, leaving only a trail of silence and bewilderment. After pondering over it briefly, I waved a hand dismissively at George. “Leave this to the technical team. They'll handle it.” George nodded and quietly exited my office. “Black Tide,” I muttered more to myself, my gaze growing distant. “It's been such a long time.” **** Liza's POV When I got back home, the villa was basking in the soft glow of its light. I walked into the dinning room to find Gavin already seated, enjoying his dinner with the same unhurried elegance he carried everywhere. My gaze flickered to the table laden with dishes. Without waiting for an invitation, I moved closer and slid next to Gavin’s seat on the right before grabbing a set of cutlery. “Sit on the other side,” Gavin said to me, his voice steady but carrying a clear note of disapproval. He didn't even look at me. I shook my head, a sly smile curling on my lips as I ignored his suggestion and leaned slightly closer to him. I let my fingers briefly brush against his hand as I asked with a teasing tone. “Aren't newlyweds supposed to kiss after being apart all day?” He finally looked at me, his expression a mixture of exasperation and amusement. He shifted his gaze away from me and waved towards the staff. “Someone bring Madam a bowl of rice,” he ordered with a deadpan tone, making it clear he intended to silence my antics with food. That made me smile. A servant quickly placed a steaming bowl of rice in front of me. I eyed it with disinterest and toyed with my chopsticks absentmindedly. “Not hungry?” Gavin asked, glancing sideways at me and noticing my lack of enthusiasm. “I am,” I admitted, “but I just don't feel like eating.” “Are you throwing a tantrum?” My brows furrowed slightly. “No,” I said simply. If he knew about my illness, he wouldn't say that. But I didn't think it was necessary for him to know. “Oh,” he replied with a nonchalant tone. Without pressing further, he returned to his meal, unbothered by my lack of appetite. I continued staring at my bowl for a moment before leaning my chin on my hand, letting my mind wander. I glanced at Gavin briefly to see him eating as if nothing had happened. My phone vibrated. That made me shift my focus to my phone to see a new message had popped up. It was from Brandon. He wasn't reaching out to me as Liza. He was reaching me now as a skilled hacker—with a request to hack into my own phone to delete the incriminating videos against Serena. My other anonymous identity was the identity of a skilled hacker. A skill I had started purely for entertainment before it began a skilled profession. I stared down at the absurd request displayed on my screen, my lips curling into a faint smirk as it hit me. For him to want to do this, it indicated he already knew the truth about Serena’s supposed pregnancy and miscarriage. And that meant one thing; Brandon truly loved Serena.