Page 128 of Divine Obsession

He nodded, tipping his glass toward me in a silent offer. I took it. The sake was smooth, just expensive enough to remind me Jin was doing very well for himself.

“I hear things. Figured you’d come knocking eventually.”

I swirled the drink in my hand, watching the reflection of the lanterns in the liquid. “Then you already know what I’m here for.”

“Man, you really think I’d let some random hacker run shit inmybackyard without me knowing?Please.” He clicked his tongue, cracking the zen persona he tried to put on, showing his real personality – a twenty-something-year-old kid who was so abnormally good at computers, he could hack NASA.

“Then what do you know?”

Jin didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek black tablet. A few swipes, a tap, and then he turned it toward me.

A list of IP addresses. Server logs. Traces of code. My eyes scanned the data, the pieces clicking into place even before Jin spoke the words.

“Your rat’s close, Trevor.” He tapped the screen. “All of this traces back to–”

“The Su Dynasty Building, SoHo.” A slow, creeping chill settled in my spine. “Someone inside,” I murmured. “Someone in my own family.”

Jin nodded, watching me carefully. “Looks that way.”

Arat.

Insidemyhouse.

Chapter 34

Present

My penthouse was a sanctuary. From the moment I saw it, with its floor-to-ceiling windows and a to-die-for view of Empire State Building, and the front door marked with the angel number111, I knew it was meant to be mine.

Now, the hum of SoHo below was muffled, almost a distant memory, as I lounged on the white plush couch in my living room. Fresh from my shower, wrapped in the softest silk robe I owned, I sank back against the cushions, savoring the quiet. My hair was still damp, and the scent of my favorite vanilla lotion lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of the chamomile tea in my hands as I bingedSex And The City.

The sudden buzz of my phone on the glass coffee table shattered the calm. I glanced at it, half-expecting something from one of the girls. But the name that lit up the screen froze my heart in my chest – especially since I hadn’t spoken to or heard from him in almost two weeks.

Trevor: There’s been a development. I’m on my way over.

I blinked at the message, my thumb hovering over the screen.

On his way over? How did he even know where I lived?

A surge of panic rose in my chest before I pushed it down.Of course, he would know. This was Trevor – resourceful, relentless, and infuriatingly arrogant. Still, I had hoped my penthouse would remain mine alone, free of his presence.

Setting my phone down, I let out a sharp breath, brushing my hair back from my face. “Of course.”

The tea was left untouched on the table as I rose from the couch, pacing to the windows. Below, the city glittered like a thousand tiny stars, but for the first time, the sight did little to calm me.

He was cominghere. I wasn’t sure if it was the invasion of my space that rattled me or the fact that I had no idea what kind of ‘development’ had him rushing over uninvited. The only reason I wasn’t telling him to turn around and forget where he found my address, was because we had a job to do. I didn’t have the luxury of shutting him out if we wanted to untangle the mess between our families.

This wasn’t about him or me.

It was just business.

Letting out a sigh, I made my way to the bedroom, heading into my walk-in wardrobe. If he was going to barge into my space, I’d at least make sure I wasn’t facing him in a silk robe and lingerie.

Jeans and a white, light sweater.Casual. Cute.

Nothingthat said I was waiting up for him.

The sharp knock on my door made me pause mid-step in the living room, my heart skipping once before settling into anannoyed thud. I had barely just changed and was fixing my hair when I reached the door and opened it.

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