Chapter 70 Fake Billionaire, Damaged Boyfriend 26

• “He was the one that stole it then,” he grunts, watching me carefully while I use the blanket as a shield over my body. “So, he’s made it impenetrable then, right?”
• “At least from my software, yeah. He said it would take four years for the device to find the backdoor now. I believe him. It took us under an hour before, but I’ve been running it on my computer all day and it still didn’t find anything.”
• “Fuck,” he says.