Andrew''s face went dark the second he heard those words, his hand twitching near the gun strapped to his waist, ready to draw it at a moment''s notice.


    The guys who''de with Andrew were already on high alert, their guns aimed in one direction, ready to fire at the slightest hint of trouble.


    "Don''t push your luck," Andrew warned coldly.


    The whole room became tense in an instant.


    Wyatt, standing nearby, was about to make a move, but James, who had been sitting calmly, stood up and strolled over to Andrew. Towering over him, he looked down and said, "You think you''re up to this?"


    Andrew, usually so authoritative, found himself stepping back instinctively when he met James''s eyes, like a mouse staring down a cat.


    "You..." Andrew stammered, unable to find his words.


    Just then, Curtis, exuding a chilling authority, walked in. He didn''t seem bothered at all by the guns trained on him by Andrew''s men. He approached Andrew, holding up a piece of paper. "Maybe you should take a look at this before you say anything else."


    Andrew frowned and nced at the document. As he read the first few lines, his face changed dramatically. He snatched the papers from Curtis and quickly scanned through them, his hands starting to shake.


    Curtis watched him with a cold smile. "You might want to skip to thest page. Decoding your voice messages took quite a bit of time."


    Breaking down dozens of voice messages to find amon thread was no small feat, let alone assembling those threads into a 340 cipher text.


    The 340 cipher, more intricate and obscure than Morse code, would have been a tough nut to crack if Curtis hadn''t studied it before. Andrew had indeed been cautious.


    But if it had been just one recording, Curtis might not have found any ws. Sometimes, being too clever can be your downfall.


    When Andrew finally reached thest page and saw the decoded text, he nearly fainted.


    "Leaking official strategic maps to a foreign country? Do you have a death wish?"


    Curtis''s words hit Andrew like a sledgehammer. His fingers went ck, and the papers fluttered to the floor.


    "How... how did you get this?" Andrew''s bravado evaporated. He''d encrypted the files and hadn''t even dared to store them on aputer.


    Curtis smirked, "It''s simple: if you


    don''t want your actions known, don''t do them. Did you really need


    swnovelet


    Sone to spell that out for you?"


    Andrew staggered, realizing it was all over.


    **


    After Andrew left, Wyatt picked up the papers from the floor, genuinely impressed by Curtis''s ability to


    expose Andrew''s secrets from what seemed like harmless


    conversations.


    Curtis stayed silent, knowing he had to make up for his mistake today. Otherwise,


    he wouldn''t have the face to stay by James''s side.


    James nced at him, then sat back


    down, casually resting his hand on his knee. After a moment, he asked, "So, who''s pulling the strings behind this arms deal?"


    The room fell silent, wrapping up the day''s drama. "Good night, see you tomorrow!"