His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 584 It’s her

Leo frowned slightly. "Miss Mystery?"

"Yes! Remember my birthday? The camping trip? Dom said the mysterious woman he likes had a snake tattoo on her wrist and electric blue eyes." Bella’s voice rose with excitement. "Hazel has a snake tattoo. And blue eyes. Electric blue eyes, Leo."

Leo was quiet for a moment, processing. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Then:"Oh."

"OH!" Bella grabbed his face between her hands. "Exactly! Oh! It’s her! It’s been her this whole time! And now—" She let go, spinning around. "Now Hazel’s wedding is canceled with that Nicolas guy, they can be together!"

Leo watched his wife spin with an expression of long-suffering affection.

"You’re very invested in this," he observed.

"Of course I am! This is beautiful! This is fate!" She stopped spinning and pointed at him. "You should be happy too. Now Dominique has a reason to stick around. You won’t lose your favorite assistant."

"He’s not my favorite."

"He’s your only assistant."

Leo said nothing.

Bella grinned and threw her arms around his neck. "Admit it. You like him."

"I tolerate him."

"Same thing."

"It’s really not."

She kissed his cheek, still smiling. "This is going to be good, Leo. I can feel it."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "You feel a lot of things."

"One of my best qualities."

He huffed a quiet laugh and pressed his lips to her forehead.

The next morning arrived quietly, mountain light filtering through the large windows of the resort’s dining hall.

Bella and Leo came down together, her hand tucked in the crook of his arm. The hall was peaceful, soft clinking of cutlery, low murmur of conversations, the smell of fresh coffee and warm pastries drifting through the air.

Bella’s eyes swept the room casually.

Then stopped.

Hazel sat at a small table near the window, a cup of tea in front of her, sunlight streaming over her like something from a painting.

She looked... different.

Gone was the mask. Gone was the defensive hunch of her shoulders. Today, Hazel wore a soft cream sweater that draped elegantly over her frame, paired with dark tailored pants. Her dark hair was loose, falling in soft waves, styled in a way that swept gently across the left side of her face, partially hiding her scar, but not completely. Enough of it still showed.

But her other side, the smooth, flawless side, caught the light beautifully. High cheekbones. Full lips. Those electric blue eyes that seemed almost otherworldly in the morning sun.

She was stunning.

And she seemed to know it.

Hazel sat straight, composed, sipping her tea like she had every right to be here, looking like this. A small, private smile played at her lips as she gazed out at the mountains.

Across the room, Nicolas nearly tripped over his own feet.

He had been reaching for a cup of coffee when he spotted her. His hand froze mid-air. His mouth opened slightly. His face went through a series of expressions, shock, disbelief, and something else.

She used to dress like this. Before the scar. Before the accident. She had been beautiful, and she had known it, and she had dressed like she knew it.

After the scar, she had stopped. Baggy clothes. Mask always covering her face.

Now—

Now she sat there like none of that had ever happened.

Like she had taken her power back.

Nicolas swallowed hard, his coffee forgotten.

Bella noticed everything. She squeezed Leo’s arm, a silent Did you see that?

Leo saw. His expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his gray eyes. Approval, maybe. Or pride.

At another table, Dominique and Jason were having the time of their lives.

Dom had somehow acquired three different pastries and was alternating bites between them, gesturing wildly with whichever hand wasn’t holding food. Jason was laughing at something, nearly choking on his orange juice. They looked like two kids who had discovered an unlimited breakfast buffet and were taking their job very seriously.

"Try this one," Dom insisted, shoving a flaky croissant toward Jason. "It has chocolate inside. Real chocolate. Not the processed stuff you find in the market."

"I have my own food."

"But this one’s better."

"You don’t know that."

"I know everything."

Jason snorted and took the croissant anyway.

Bella watched them with a warm smile. Then her eyes drifted around the room, searching.

"Where are Jay and Jace?" she asked Leo quietly.

Leo’s gaze swept the dining hall. No sign of them.

"Haven’t seen them since yesterday," he said.

"That’s weird. They love breakfast."

Leo said nothing, but something in his expression shifted into suspicion.

Both of them were missing.

Both of them had run after Nicolas yesterday.

Both of them were nowhere to be found.

Bella felt a small chill despite the warm room. "Leo..."

"I know." He squeezed her hand. "I’ll check after breakfast."

Meanwhile, Hazel had finished her tea and was watching Dom and Jason across the room with quiet amusement. The way they attacked the breakfast buffet, the way they argued over pastries, the way they laughed, it was strangely endearing.

She had already told them earlier that breakfast was on her. Free. Unlimited. Their eyes had nearly popped out of their heads when she said it, and they had been grinning like idiots ever since.

Now they sat at their table, surrounded by plates.

So many plates.

Pastries of every different flavor, croissants, danishes, muffins, something with chocolate, something with fruit, something that looked suspiciously like cake pretending to be breakfast. Dom had a pile of them in front of him, alternating bites like he couldn’t decide which one to finish first.

Jason wasn’t much better. He had somehow acquired three different types of bread and was systematically working through them, his expression one of pure, blissful focus.

Hazel watched them, genuinely fascinated.

She had expected some pushback when she offered to pay. A little awkwardness, maybe a polite refusal. Men could be weird about that kind of thing, egos, pride, not wanting to owe anyone.

But these two?

They had just grinned wider and asked if dessert was included.

Now here they were, living their best lives on her dime, completely unbothered by any concept of pride or dignity. What bothered her, though, was that Dom seemed not to care about his diet, as any model should.

"Good morning," Bella greeted warmly, a genuine smile on her face as she approached Hazel’s table.