Phoebe's POV
lan choked on his words at my casual attitude, awkwardly abandoning his roundabout approach. "Fine, here's the update. I've tracked down that person you wanted me to monitor..."
I finally looked up at lan, connecting the dots before asking cautiously, "The one selling my information?"
lan clapped enthusiastically. "Damn, you're quick, Phoebe."
I couldn't help but smirk. "Bold of them."
lan studied my expression intently. My smile was there, but my eyes stayed ice-cold. He observed, "Bet they never imagined someone would hunt them down through the international dark web."
I picked up a flaky piece of fish, chewing slowly while I pressed, "So you found the IP they used to peddle my details?"
"Obviously. You know how I operate. When I lock onto a target, they don't usually slip away," lan confirmed, already reaching for his phone. His fingers flew across WhatsApp, and my phone buzzed with incoming messages.
