The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1563: Boss, There’s an Idiot Tracking Me

Beijing hotel suite.

Ellen Quarles paced back and forth in the suite until she finally heard the doorbell ring. Her tightly furrowed brow slightly relaxed, and her tense expression eased a bit. She quickly walked over and opened the door.

A disheveled foreign man stood outside the door. He looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, seemingly very young, with decent facial features, and his height was impressive.

It’s just that he really didn’t care for his appearance, with a scruffy beard, emanating a kind of sloppy and decadent vibe.

He left a poor impression, too gloomy.

Wasn’t he the same Maxcel Nathalie Quinlan had encountered before in McKinney?

Seeing him, Ellen Quarles seemed like a drowning person grabbing onto a lifeline and immediately pulled him inside, speaking urgently, "You’re finally here! Quickly, help me find Lenny’s location. I’ve had the Group’s technical department working on it for a long time, but nothing has come up."

Maxcel, carrying a laptop in his right hand, walked in, letting out a snort, and said disdainfully, "The technical department at Cubicle Group is garbage to begin with!"

Ellen Quarles felt a bit embarrassed by his words, but since she needed his help, she couldn’t say anything.

She silently closed the door and followed the man’s footsteps towards the living room.

As they walked, she anxiously explained the situation with Evelyn Quarles briefly: "Lenny has been missing for half a day. We’ve tried every possible way, finding only her last known location. We sent people to search around where she was last seen, but there was no one."

"It’s normal that you couldn’t find her; they’ve already blocked her phone’s location." Maxcel seemed accustomed to this kind of thing, not surprised at all.

He walked to the edge of the living room sofa, found a spot to sit down, took the laptop out of his bag. The black laptop had a heavy feel, clearly different from ordinary ones.

He succinctly told Ellen Quarles, "Give me her phone number."

Ellen Quarles found some hotel stationery, wrote down a string of numbers, and handed it to him.

Without further ado, Maxcel focused entirely on the computer, opened his self-made tracking system, and entered Evelyn Quarles’s information.

Ellen Quarles watched the lines of code jumping on his computer screen, green numbers refreshing constantly, and she finally felt a sense of security amid her anxious heart.

*

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Nathalie Quinlan had just finished a cold shower, with water drops still not wiped from her hair. She walked to the desk, absent-mindedly opened the laptop placed there.

Her phone was charging nearby.

At this moment, the phone lit up.

The girl propped a leg up, leaning obliquely against the edge of the desk, her stance quite nonchalant.

She relaxed her brows, languidly picked up the phone, unlocked it, and took a look.

[Emma Gabehart]: Damn, some idiot is tracking me!

Nathalie Quinlan raised an eyebrow.

She pressed the power button on the laptop with one hand, and it booted up instantly, linking to Emma Gabehart’s computer.

Sure enough, Nathalie Quinlan casually typed in a few codes and saw a highly aggressive Trojan program attempting to locate Emma Gabehart’s IP address.

"Huh, interesting." Nathalie Quinlan tossed the towel aside, pulled out a chair, and sat down, her arm propped on the desk, her posture exuding dominance.

A strand of black bangs fell to her brow, but it couldn’t obscure the sharpness of her brow bones.

Her hands moved quickly, and one could almost only see the shadow of her nimble white fingers tapping on the keyboard, reverse-hacking codes pouring out from her fingertips as if they required no thought.

In less than 20 minutes, Nathalie Quinlan hit the Enter key, leaned back, half-closed her eyes, and lazily watched the database begin to generate automatically on her computer...