His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker. Chapter 792 What should she do?

Bella’s eyes burned as she felt her heart thud with pain. The image burned itself into her memory, every bruise, every cut, every tear on Mira’s face.

Her brown eyes hardened. The softness drained away, replaced by a sharp, ruthless glint. Her jaw tightened. Her hands stopped shaking.

They dared to do this to her best friend. Her friend who had made mistakes, yes. Her friend who had betrayed her, yes. But her friend who had come back, who had apologized, who had stood up to Krystal, who had promised to tell the truth. Her friend who was trying to be better.

And they had done this to her.

Bella wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Her face was stone now. Her lips pressed into a thin line. She looked at the address they had sent and memorized it. Her eyes narrowed.

The address was nearby. Her eyes darkened.

She made her decision quickly. There was no time to argue, no time to wait for backup. Mira was in there, bleeding, scared, alone. Every second Bella wasted was another second Mira suffered.

She went downstairs. The house was mostly empty, and she did not bump into anyone on the way. The hallways were silent, the rooms dark. Everyone was still upstairs, settling into their rooms, unaware of what was happening.

She walked quickly down the hallway, her flats silent on the carpet. She found the driver in the kitchen, a middle-aged man named James who had been with Jason’s family for a few years. He was drinking tea, scrolling through his phone.

James looked up when she entered. "Ma’am? You need something?"

Bella’s voice was icy cold, nothing like her usual soft tone. "Start the car."

James blinked. "Where are we going, ma’am?"

"Just drive. I’ll tell you the directions as we go."

James frowned. He set down his cup and stood up. "Ma’am, let me ask sir—" he was referring to Jason as sir.

Bella stepped closer. Her brown eyes locked onto his. "Sir is not here. I am. Start the car."

James stared at her for a moment. He had never seen her like this. Her face was pale, her eyes hard, her whole body radiating a dark aura that made him step back without thinking. There was something dangerous in her gaze, something that told him not to argue.

He nodded. "Yes, ma’am."

They walked to the garage. James got behind the wheel. Bella slid into the back seat.

"Drive toward the coast," she said.

James looked at her in the rearview mirror. "The coast, ma’am?"

"Yes."

James pulled out of the garage and onto the main road. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the pavement. The sky was streaked with orange and red, like fire bleeding into the horizon.

Bella pulled out her phone. Her screen went dark, then filled with white and green code lines that appeared and disappeared, flickering like lightning. Her fingers moved across the screen so fast that it was almost blurry.

"Turn left at the next light," she said.

James turned left.

They drove through the city streets. Soon the buildings grew sparse. The streets grew rougher. The city gave way to empty lots and overgrown fields, tall grass swaying in the evening wind.

"Where are we going, ma’am?" James asked again.

"Keep driving."

The smell of salt filled the air. In the distance, Bella could see the ocean, dark and endless, its surface glittering under the setting sun like scattered diamonds.

"Turn right at the old gas station."

James turned right. The road became gravel, bumpy, lined with weeds and broken fences. The car bounced over potholes, and the trees on either side grew thick, blocking out the fading light.

"Ma’am, there’s nothing out here but abandoned warehouses. I’ve been driving for years, and I’ve never seen anything worth stopping for on this road."

Bella’s voice was calm. "I know."

James glanced at her in the rearview mirror. His face was pale, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Ma’am, I’m scared."

Bella met his eyes in the mirror. "Don’t worry. You don’t have to be scared. I will tell you where to stop."

They drove in silence for another minute. The road curved, and then the abandoned building appeared ahead. A large warehouse, its windows broken, its walls covered in graffiti. The roof sagged in places, and the doors were rusted, hanging off their hinges like tired eyelids. The parking lot was cracked, weeds pushing through the asphalt.

"Stop here," Bella said.

James stopped the car. The gravel crunched under the tires. The wind howled outside, carrying the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore.

"Ma’am, why are you—let me call—"

"No."

"But ma’am—"

Bella opened the door and stepped out. The wind hit her face, cold and salty. Her hair flew across her eyes, but she did not push it away. She stood there for a moment, looking at the building’s broken windows.

"Go back home. I will call you to pick me up. I am meeting someone," she said.

James hesitated. His hands were still gripping the wheel, his face still pale.

"Ma’am, I don’t think—"

"Go."

James nodded. He knew briefly about this girl’s background. He knew her husband was powerful, dangerous, connected to things normal people did not talk about. He knew that when she gave an order, it was best to follow it.

He did not deny her. He put the car in reverse and backed away, his headlights sweeping across the gravel before he turned and drove off.

Bella watched the taillights disappear around the bend.

Then she turned and walked toward the warehouse.

The wind howled around her. The gravel crunched under her flats. The sky was nearly dark now, the last traces of orange fading into deep purple and black.