That night, in a housing complex on the other side of the city, "tap," Dylan landed on the roof of a two-story, modern minimalist house that looked comfortable. Dylan was wearing Clara's pink hoodie with a unicorn graphic on it.

[Your uniform looks excellent, sir.]

"Shut up... the important thing is this is the right house, isn't it?" Dylan asked.

[That is correct, sir.]

"Let's go inside," Dylan replied.

With light steps, he walked down the roof tiles and jumped onto a small patio directly below the roof. He saw a CCTV camera installed on the patio. He immediately used his Disarm skill, and then "click," Dylan opened the patio door lock with his Pick Lock skill. He then crept inside. He was under the roof, which was used as a storage area for unused items. He then walked to a door in the floor, and "creak," when he opened it, an automatic ladder descended with the opening door.

Dylan peeked down and saw a quiet atmosphere in the second-floor corridor. He felt slightly relieved.

"Huff... luckily, it wasn't loud," Dylan muttered to himself.

Dylan crept through the corridor. He saw a bedroom door in the hallway and opened it. The room behind the door belonged to Irene, who seemed to be sleeping alone in her bed. Quietly, he closed the door, then turned and walked to the second-floor common area. When he saw another door across the common area, he approached it and saw a boy about 6 years old sleeping soundly in his bed.

"Huh... he has a kid, apparently," Dylan muttered to himself.

[It appears so, sir.]

"But his profile didn't say he had a child... Never mind, let's find his office," Dylan said.

[Understood.]

Dylan went down to the first-floor common area. There were many toys scattered around, which seemed to belong to the 6-year-old boy. Right next to the wall where the TV was mounted, there was a door. Dylan walked to that door and went inside. Behind the door was an office that seemed to belong to Mitchell. Without delay, Dylan sat down at Mitchell's desk and turned on his computer.

Then he opened his hacking screen and started working quickly. After getting into Mitchell's computer, he could see the data Mitchell had stored. It turned out Mitchell was quite organized and documented all his activities, from receipts for purchases, printouts of his bank statements, employment data, and a list of women who were his "clients."

On his computer, there was also a locked folder named "business." Dylan immediately pulled a holographic cable from his holographic screen and plugged it into the computer. The holographic screen started working to crack the password for the locked folder, and soon after, the folder opened. Inside, there were many photos of women who were his "clients" or "targets" from his work at the gym. There was also a list of how to handle each of these women according to their individual needs and the estimated profit he could gain from scamming them.

Melissa's name was also listed in that folder. Then Dylan also found a connection between his job and the "business" Mitchell was running. It turned out he was treating, showing off his wealth (like a luxury car), and taking women to fancy restaurants, all using his corporate credit card which was actually given to him for client entertainment purposes.

"Huh... no wonder he calls all these women his clients... he's operating using company money, apparently... it makes sense why Alex might go bankrupt if this is what's happening," Dylan muttered in his head.

[Not only that, he is also using company money and the women's money to cover his large family debt in another state.]

After looking at his financial data and bank statement summaries, Dylan truly shook his head. He had taken a significant amount of money from his company, used joint savings with his wife for his affairs, and stored the funds from scamming the women in a small limited company used as a business front.

"Ugh... so all this time he's just been moving money around, huh... a patchwork job... and he's feeding his kid with that money," Dylan muttered, shaking his head.

Dylan opened the chat history on the computer. Mitch or Trevor had two chat histories from different numbers, but he displayed both on his computer. Tonight, he had told Irene that he was out of town for a presentation, but as Trevor, he was currently at Melissa's place. Dylan also found many chats and photos sent by the women in Trevor's chat history.

"Wow... poor Doctor Irene... she's sleeping peacefully upstairs, thinking her husband is working hard out of town... when her husband is actually at Aunt Melissa's place, probably sleeping just as soundly, and he still had the nerve to flirt with Lena... I'm disgusted seeing his sweet talk to Lena... what a real bastard," Dylan muttered.

[Are you jealous?]

"Maybe... okay, yeah... I admit it," Dylan answered.

[Shall we send all the data we've copied now, sir?]

"Yep, send it to his office HR, his boss, Aunt Melissa, and all the women he scammed. Then, print one set," Dylan replied.

[Print?]

"To give to Doctor Irene. When she wakes up, she'll see a bundle of her husband's activities, right next to her," Dylan said.

[Understood, sir.]

Dylan's holographic screen immediately started compiling all the data on the computer into a package ready to be sent via email. After that, the screen also searched for email addresses in the computer, online data storage, and so on. The process took 20 minutes to compile and send everything. Then, "treeet... treet," the printer on the desk started working, spitting out all the compiled data.

Dylan sat calmly in the desk chair, eyes closed, resting his eyes. But suddenly, "click," the office door opened. Dylan instantly disappeared. A boy stood in the doorway with a frightened look on his face, his eyes glancing at the printer that was still spitting out paper.

"Daddy?" the boy asked.

The boy stepped inside. He didn't see anyone at all, but the computer screen was on, and the printer was printing something. His initially frightened face immediately became terrified, and he ran out, crying because he thought his father's office was haunted. Dylan straightened the printed documents, then shut down the computer. He placed the documents on the desk. "Slam," the boy returned with Irene, who was wearing a nightgown.

"Mom... Daddy's computer turned on all by itself... it's true, Mom," the boy said.

"You must be dreaming, honey. Daddy's out of town," Irene replied.

But suddenly, "clack," "blam," Irene and the boy looked at the floor. A bundle of documents dropped right in front of them. Slowly, Irene picked it up. Her eyes immediately widened, and she turned to look at her son.

"Sean, you go back to sleep, okay? If you want to sleep with me, that's fine. I'll be up in a minute," Irene said with a smile.

"Okay, Mom. Sean is going up now," Sean replied.

Sean ran out. Irene closed the door again, then sat on the sofa in the office. She started reading the documents one by one. With every page she turned, her face grew darker. She didn't cry, didn't wail, but studied everything carefully, as if questioning whether what her husband had done was truly like this. But when she got to the chat history and the accompanying photos, she immediately covered her mouth with her hand, and tears started streaming from her eyes, soaking her face.

Suddenly, "clack," "blam," Irene looked over to see the door open by itself and close again. After that, she returned to looking at her documents. Meanwhile, outside the house, Dylan was walking toward the exit of the housing complex, his hands tucked into the pocket of Clara's hoodie.

"Done... it's over. Now that guy won't bother anyone again," Dylan muttered.

[That is correct, sir, and that outfit suits you perfectly.]

"Shut up," Dylan replied.

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