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    Turning to face Le, Marissa asked in confusion, “What’s the matter?”


    Le gestured downstairs. “Tiffany, your motorcycle…” She stopped, her lips twitching as if struggling to find the right words.


    “What’s wrong with the motorcycle?” Marissa inquired.


    Le hesitated before finally saying, “The motorcycle is haunted.”


    Amused, Marissa raised her eyebrows. “How can a motorcycle be haunted?”


    “You should probablye downstairs to see for yourself,” Le suggested.


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    With a sense of resignation, Marissa followed her downstairs, apanied by the two curious kids. When they reached thewn in front of the vi, Marissa stopped dead. Her motorcycle was parked in its usual spot but lookedpletely transformed. It was covered in mud as if it had climbed mountains and crossed ditches.


    Before heading to bed the previous night, Marissa had instructed a servant to clean her motorcycle. She expected to wake up to a spotless bike in the morning. Gazing at it, Marissa couldn’t help but ask, “Who used my motorcyclest night?”


    “We have several luxury cars in our house. Who would bother with your old, beaten-up motorcycle?” Le shot back instantly. After a pause, she continued, “I’ve asked everyone here, but nobody has touched your motorcycle. That is why I said it must be haunted. Nobody used itst night, yet look how it turned out.”


    Marissa went silent. She took out her phone to check the surveince footage, only to find it had been deleted. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t restore it. What did that mean? It meant that a top-notch international hacker had tampered with the Sanchez family’s surveince system. Marissa was baffled, wondering which hacker might target the Sanchez family and why.


    Marissa became vignt instantly. “Have everyone check if they’re missing anything,” she instructed Le.


    “Nothing is missing,” Le responded promptly. “After I noticed the issue with your motorcycle, I had others search every nook and cranny of the house. Nothing’s gone. It doesn’t look like anyone broke in.”


    Although Marissa felt some relief, she was even more puzzled. The person who orchestrated this might have enlisted a top hacker to meddle with the Sanchez family’s surveince system. This suggested that the instigator was someone influential. Yet, this influential person’s actions were peculiar. They had used a top hacker just to tamper with her worn-out motorcycle. Marissa wondered if this person was a bit off or just overly yful. Unable to make sense of it, Marissa let it go, waiting for the person to make another move.


    Still, she felt threatened and decided to take precautions. This person was skilled. It was just her motorcycle this time, but they might target a family member next. Marissa knew she had to be ready. However, she needed to act discreetly to avoid drawing too much attention. She couldn’t let the Sanchez family know, especially not now. Because of Remy’s threats, the Sanchez family was on edge all day. If they found out they were in the crosshairs of a top international hacker, it would only add to their stress, making it hard for them to function.


    So, Marissa eagerly awaited Rita’s arrival. Having Rita stay with the Sanchez family would be a subtle and effective strategy.


    After deciding on her n, Marissa turned to Le with a smile and said, “I remembered. I couldn’t sleepst night, so I took it for a ride.”


    “Uh, okay,” Le seemed to understand, then asked, “Tiffany, where did you go? Why is it so muddy?”


    Feeling embarrassed, Marissa rubbed her nose and replied, “I just went to the countryside for some fun.”


    Le’s lips twitched. She could hardly find her tongue. “Tiffany, you’re a girl. How could you head out to the countryside in the middle of the night? Aren’t you scared of ghosts?”


    Marissa had no good answer for her. With a forced smile, she changed the subject. “Le, there’s something important I need to discuss with you.”


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