hotmtlnovel Chapter 217 A choice to make
Chapter 217 A choice to make
By this point, there was a single dynamic left inside the room.
Like two of its other brethren, it was attached to the ceiling. Like with its brethren, instead of reaching for it, Cutout was going to cut its cable.
He didn't even hear Michael's words, because Tristan's chanting drowned them out. But Tristan's ability to focus on several things at once was much better, just like his ability to hear and discern layered sounds.
For an instant, Tristan paused his hacking attempts.
In that instant, he was frantically thinking about how much Michael knew and how much Tristan should care about it, and what was the best course of action.
"Cutout, stop!" Tristan shouted an instant before the last dynamic could be removed. "Michael, tone the volume down and say it again."
Tristan covered the camera's lens with his hand and turned to Cutout. The man's face asked Tristan a silent question, to which Tristan replied with a gesture pointing to the outside.
Cutout nodded and walked out.
It was both to prevent him from being swayed by Michael's brainwashing and to prevent him from hearing any sensitive information.
After Cutout left and Tristan became silent, the building finally became quiet for a moment. It was a welcome rest for Tristan's ears, but it didn't last long.
"Your family, Hayes family. This is a common surname, but it wasn't impossible to track with my resources," Michael said smugly. "It was quite a story... From drunk driving to leading your own criminal enterprise! And even though your parents abandoned you a long time, Tristan, you still help the show business industry that feeds them! These leeches on society who can't even raise their kids right!"
Tristan picked a purple "for good vibes" stone from a nearby shelf and threw it at the last dynamic. It all happened before he even registered the anger within himself. The good vibes didn't bring Tristan any calm at all.
Instead, Tristan pressed the last several keys on his phone keyboard. Half a second later, a window popped on the screen.
It was the IP address from which Michael was connected to this camera. And it wasn't a proxy-server this time—Tristan could tell with a glance.
"So you are threatening them... How ordinary. In my profession, this happens all the time, and now you are doing it too," Tristan said, barely paying any mind to what he was saying.
He was translating Michael's IP address into a position. Not because he couldn't do it later, but because he had a dark suspicion that he needed to check NOW.
Fifteen seconds later, Tristan found it to be true.
Michael was in his home city right now.
The same city where a rich mansion of the Hayes family stood in a gated community.
The same city where Tristan, with dreadful scars on his face, wandered on the streets for two years. These streets were so close and far from his home that in all this time, he had never crossed paths with anyone he knew.
These people didn't walk, they drove cars. Rich people.
Tristan was one of them now, but his profession required him to keep an ear to the ground, at least.
'And now... What am I going to do?' Tristan wondered.
His emotions were such a mess again. He didn't know what to make of them.
"This is your only chance. Leave this house now and forget all about me, Tristan Hayes, or you will truly become an orphan!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn