Chapter 505 The Suspect is Her
Sebastian sat upright in his chair, a high-end laptop in front of him. Ophelia and a few others gathered around, watching his every move on the computer. They couldn't help but gasp at his almost inhuman speed and precision.
His back was perfectly straight, and his ten fingers danced across the keyboard as if they were flying.
His typing skills were so advanced that everyone was in awe, and their hearts raced just watching him.
Fast! So fast!
His elegant hands moved at a speed that was almost imperceptible to the human eye, creating the illusion of fingers flickering in and out of existence. It was as if his hands were no longer just hands, but some kind of weapon infused with special powers.
Sebastian's face remained expressionless as he stared at the screen, where lines of code flashed by. To him, the seemingly random code formed a pattern, digging deeper and deeper into the system.
Meanwhile, at the Mitchell Group office, Brandon's fingers flew across his keyboard at a similar speed. With both of them attacking simultaneously, even the most secure firewall would crumble like a spider's web.
"Sebastian, your speed is insane! I can barely keep up with you!" Brandon's voice came through the earpiece, a mix of amazement and frustration, followed by the sound of a forceful keystroke.
Sebastian's fingers finally paused. "Brandon, you're not slow, either. We're evenly matched."
He glanced at a flashing red dot on the screen. "The ID's location is here. Go check it out immediately!"
Ophelia blinked in disbelief at how calm and composed Sebastian remained after such intense work. "Sebastian, your skills are incredible! You're amazing!"
Sebastian, used to such praise, didn't react. "Aren't you going to catch the culprit?"
"Of course, I'm on it!" Ophelia cleared her throat and quickly left the office. Outside, she saw her team briefing the hospital's senior management.
"Dr. Clark, after preliminary questioning, almost everyone has an alibi. But there's one person we need to investigate further."
George nodded. "Who are you referring to?"
The officer pulled out a file and pointed to a name. "This doctor, Samantha. She called in sick on the day of the incident and wasn't at the hospital. How does she usually perform here?"
George adjusted his glasses and looked at the file, then at Samantha's photo. "She's a cardiologist, but she did call in sick yesterday morning. Do you find her suspicious?"
"Until the truth is revealed, everyone is a suspect. We need to contact her for further verification."
"Of course, we'll fully cooperate with your investigation to clear our doctors' names."
Ophelia frowned at the mention of Samantha. "Captain, Sebastian has cracked the hacker's ID. We're ready to pursue. Requesting instructions!"
"Permission granted! But you stay here. Let the others handle the pursuit. You're coming with me."
"Yes, sir!" Ophelia hesitated. What could be more urgent than chasing the culprit?
"We're going to see this...Samantha."
Ophelia glanced at the address. "Wow, she lives in a fancy place. Must be someone important."
Zach, having just returned from the ward, saw Ophelia as he entered the lobby. Their eyes met.
Ophelia, seeing Zach in his clean, crisp white coat, thought he looked even better than he did at home that morning. No wonder the nurses called him the most handsome doctor at Aucester Hospital. How had she not noticed before?
"Yes, I'm investigating. Zach, you're so interested in this case. Want to make a deal?"
Zach's calm face showed a hint of curiosity. "What kind of deal?"
Ophelia twirled her car keys and said seriously, "I need a good cook at home. If I solve this case, how about you cook for me for a week?"
Zach raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes studying her. "Solving the case is your job. Why should I agree to your terms?"
"Because I insist. So, do you agree or not?" Ophelia's face was determined.
Zach thought cooking for a week wasn't a big deal, especially since she was now his partner. "Alright, I agree."
"Great! Get ready then!"
With that, Ophelia and her team quickly left the hospital, moving with purpose.
Dario handed Sebastian a cup of tea. "Boss, they said Samantha called in sick yesterday. They're sending people to the Scott Villa to find her."
Sebastian sipped the tea, his eyes on the flashing red dot. "Samantha? Looks like the Scott family is getting desperate."
An all-out effort, aiming for mutual destruction?
Sebastian took another sip and set the cup down. "Is Simon still in the hospital?"
Dario shook his head. "He's been discharged and is recovering at home with his private doctor. Megan has moved into the Scott Villa."
Sebastian nodded. "The Scott family is becoming a small resistance group against me. They won't stop until one of us is gone."
Dario noticed the sharpness in his boss's eyes and said nothing more.
Ophelia and her team arrived outside the Scott Villa. The police sirens shattered the quiet of the upscale neighborhood, their sound intimidating enough to make anyone nervous.
"What is the meaning of this?" Megan asked, arms crossed, as she greeted the officers.
The police captain replied, "Ms. Turner, we need Ms. Scott to assist with an investigation. Where is she? We have some questions."
Megan smiled. "Of course, please come in. Samantha is resting. I'll get her."
As Megan left, a servant brought tea. Ophelia eyed the cup. "Captain, I don't dare drink this. It might complicate things."
"You don't dare? Shows you lack experience. After a few years in the force, you'll drink tea, even alcohol, without issue. Though, of course, we avoid alcohol."
The Scott Villa was luxurious, its opulence evident in every detail. The captain couldn't help but be impressed.
"Ophelia, I hear your family is quite wealthy, too. Must be nice."
"All superficial! If you like, I'll invite you over for tea or a drink sometime."
They shared a light-hearted moment before seeing Samantha descend the stairs, looking frail and wrapped in a Bohemian shawl.
"What can I do for you, officers?" Samantha asked, her voice weak.
The captain set his cup down. "Ms. Scott, we have a few questions. We need your cooperation."
"Of course, I'll help in any way I can."
Samantha's answers were flawless, her alibi airtight, leaving no room for doubt.
Twenty minutes later.
"Captain, is she telling the truth? Her answers were too smooth."
"That's the problem. Too smooth. Normally, people get nervous, repeat themselves, or make mistakes under questioning. But she was perfect."
"Right, like she rehearsed it. Could she be involved?"
The captain nodded. "I think so."
"But if she won't admit it, what do we do?"
As they spoke, the captain's phone rang. "Yes, Ray?"
"We found the hacker. He said someone paid him for the job, but he doesn't know who. He provided a transaction record. It's a lot of money."
"Trace the source. We're making progress here, too. Once we have evidence, the case is solved!"
After hanging up, the captain put on his hat and addressed Samantha, "Thank you for your cooperation. Please stay home. We may need to speak again."
The police left, and Samantha's eyes widened.
"How did they find me? I didn't even..."
"Shh! Be careful. Don't worry. They have no evidence. They can't do anything."
"But I'm still uneasy. I did..."
"Don't worry! Nothing will happen to you. Just continue being the socialite you are."
Samantha bit her lip nervously. "Damn it! We didn't kill Brooklyn, and now we're in trouble. Megan, the Scott family can't afford any mistakes. You have to help me!"
Megan's expression was complicated. "Don't worry. With me here, everything will be fine."
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