Onyx's Penthouse
Long, slender fingers typed rapidly on the keyboard as if they were part of his body. Sharp eyes behind glasses gazed at the multitude of code on the screen with a calm gaze.
After returning to his penthouse and finishing dinner with Praewa, Onyx secluded himself to continue researching information in his private computer room.
The young mafia genius hacked the CCTV of a luxurious lounge and several other places where reports indicated Acha had appeared. A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth when he found the images he needed.
Brr, brr, brr.
Onyx's large hand left the keyboard to grab the phone and answer the call, without taking his eyes off the computer screen.
"What's up?"
"Hey, did you find anything? I've got someone to help spread the news," Leon
