Alexander finally decided toe back.


    He stepped out of the car, and almost like magic, his eyes found Quinn''s.


    Their gazes locked for a split second, but then he quickly looked away, pretending he hadn''t seen her, and headed straight for the vi.


    Quinn watched him until he was out of sight before she turned away.


    She had more pressing matters to deal with and didn''t have time to chase after Alexander.


    Quinn went back to Susan''s ce, waiting for her to get home from work.


    Ever since Quinn promised her a job at the Mellon Group, Susan had been in a much better mood these past couple of days and even started buying groceries on her way back. Quinn was about to start cooking when Susan stopped her, "Let me take care of it. You go rx."


    Quinn felt a bit weird, considering she was supposed to be the nanny, but now her employer was serving her.


    She didn''t argue and let Susan handle it.


    Susan went into the kitchen and whipped up a meal in about half an hour.


    After dinner, Quinn pulled out a USB drive and handed it to Susan.


    Susan looked a bit surprised, taking the USB and eyeing Quinn with suspicion.


    Quinn exined the task she needed Susan to do. It wasn''t hard, just a bit risky.


    But since Quinn had promised to send Susan back after the job was done, there was nothing to worry about.


    Susan agreed to the task.


    A couple of dayster, Kyle told Quinn the job was done.


    Kyle had someone pose as a programmer to sell research data to the Vitex Group, apany on the brink of bankruptcy, desperate to sell their valuable work.


    Vitex Group was frantic, like ants on a hot pan, looking for any chance to turn things around.


    They paid for the data, and Kyle made a killing, selling it for over a million bucks.


    Kyle came to Quinn with the bank card, asking what to do with the money.


    Quinn looked at the card. They had to be careful now and couldn''t leave any traces, so the money in this card was off-limits.


    Quinn thought for a moment before saying, "Find a courier and send it anonymously to a charity."


    "Will that work?" Kyle asked.


    "Why not? Just clean up all the evidence and make sure they can''t trace it back to us," Quinn said.


    Kyle nodded. "Alright, I''ll handle it."


    The data Vitex Group got was enough to keep them busy for a while.


    Sure enough, a few days after getting the data, Vitex Group, trying to bounce back in the stock market, announced a new productunch for next year and even put out a pre-sale poster overnight. The announcement quickly went viral.


    The main reason was the image they released, which looked just like the sses from a sci-fi movie-a sleek pair of sses capable of producing a holographic effect.


    It was pretty enticing.


    With this announcement, they had tounch the product next year, or it would be false advertising, and theirpany might really go under.


    So everyone believed they were about tounch this product.


    After the announcement, Vitex Group''s stock price shot up, increasing by hundreds of billions of dors in just two days.


    Quinn watched the promotional video online and thought it was pretty sensational. It seemed like they had already started working on it and believed they could soon crack the contents of the USB drive. Quinn suddenly remembered something and called Sean.


    "Sean, sell all the Vitex Group''s stock now. Don''t keep any," she said, straight to the point.


    Sean was taken aback by her order. He double-checked his phone, making sure he hadn''t misdialed and that it was really Quinn''s voice.


    But since when did Quinn start trading stocks?


    "Mrs. Kennedy, did you say to sell all the Vitex Group''s stock?" Sean asked again, just to be sure.


    "Yes, is there a problem?" Quinn replied.


    "Is this Mr. Kennedy''s order?" Sean questioned.


    Quinn sighed, knowing it was hard to exin. Sean couldn''t reach Alexander right now, but if he could, Alexander would definitely tell him to sell. With the Vitex Group''s stock price skyrocketing, selling now would yield at least four times the previous price, making it the perfect time to cash out.


    Quinn knew the Vitex Group''s stock surge was temporary and would crash even harderter. The stocks Sean sold now might even give them the leverage to acquire the Vitex Group in the future.


    "Yes, I''m living next door to Alexander now. Just do as I say," Quinn insisted.


    Sean trusted her.


    After hanging up, Quinn grabbed her binocrs and looked across.


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    She then took out the drone Kyle had brought, studied the manual for a bit.


    An hourter, the drone sessfully took off under her control. At first, she had trouble steering it. But after ying with it for two hours, she got the hang of it.


    She attached a note to it and flew it over to the building opposite.


    The balcony ss was closed, and the drone crashed into it with a loud bang before falling to the ground.


    Alexander was upstairs. Hearing the noise, he got up and went out to check. He saw the drone lying on the ground.


    Alexander didn''t pick it up but looked up at the opposite side. They were quite far apart and could only make out each other''s shapes, not their faces.


    Alexander could see someone seated on a chair on the opposite balcony.


    Quinn noticed Alexander''s gaze and waved at him.


    Alexander smirked, then bent down to pick up the drone and took off the note. It read, "Good evening."


    Alexander looked up again, and Quinn was leaning on the railing, waiting for his reply.


    Alexander sighed, took out a pen from his pocket, and scribbled a few lines on the note.


    He then ced it back on the drone and went inside, but this time he didn''t close the door.


    Quinn flew the drone back, took off the note. It read, "Stop fooling around. Go back."


    Even though his words were simple, they said a lot.


    Alexander acknowledged his identity and showed a bit of coldness.


    A gust of wind almost blew the note out of her hand. Quinn snapped back to reality and grabbed the note before it flew away.


    Quinn rubbed the familiar handwriting.


    After a while, she tore the note into pieces, took a new one, wrote on it, and sent it back with the drone.


    With the door open, the drone easily flew inside. However, the room was small, making it tricky for Quinn to control.


    After some bumps, she finally found the room where Alexander was.


    Alexander was staring at hisputer, seemingly unaware of the drone. Quinn maneuvered the drone to fly behind him, trying to see what he was looking at. The camera transmitted the image back, and it was a stock market chart.