Once High Society's Joke, Now The Ultimate Power Couple

Hannah's account was packed with unread messages. The most recent message was from six months ago.

V had written, "Void, are you really dead? Please tell me you just went off the grid! There's no way anyone could have actually killed you!"

Hannah's hands shook faintly as she read the message.

Three years ago, she had traveled to Trodon to carry out a classified S-tier mission. However, she had walked straight into an explosive ambush.

The authorities and the criminal underworld had both concluded that she was dead.

Hannah reached up and brushed her fingers over the scar on her face, letting out a soft, almost amused laugh. Then, she began typing her response.

"I'm back. I'm in Ockdale."

The moment she tried to get out of bed, a sharp wave of pain shot through her body. Gritting her teeth, she reached for the crutches beside the bed and slowly limped out of the room.

She knew the Foster family better than anyone. If she remained here, they would take turns finding new ways to humiliate and torment her. She refused to waste her time dealing with them.

She moved toward the elevator, walking carefully.

When the elevator doors slid open, she was met by a pair of eyes so cold and impassive that they resembled a frozen winter lake.

They belonged to a man sitting inside the elevator in a wheelchair, a thin blanket covering his legs. His complexion was unnaturally pale, and his sharply defined features gave his face an almost sculpted appearance.

It was Kellan Larson.

He was currently the head of the Larson family, one of Ockdale's most influential and powerful families. His accomplishments in the business world had already become legendary.

Many years ago, following the death of the old leader of the Larson family, his children had nearly destroyed the family by fighting among themselves for control. Their internal struggle had left the family business severely weakened. Kellan had eventually stepped in, managed to turn the company around in just six months, and then expanded the family business' reach into the overseas energy and defense industries.

According to rumors, Kellan had lost the use of his legs years ago while saving a woman. After that incident, his temperament reportedly became more unpredictable, and he gradually stopped appearing in public.

Hannah certainly hadn't expected to run into him here.

Was he here to receive treatment?

Without showing the slightest hint that she recognized him, she quietly glanced away. Leaning on her crutches, she stepped into the elevator and positioned herself beside him.

The already narrow space suddenly felt suffocating.

Kellan cast a brief, indifferent glance in her direction.

Behind his wheelchair, his subordinate, Zayne Clark, stared at Hannah as if she had lost her mind. Had she somehow failed to notice the sign outside stating that this was a private elevator?

They had just finished a consultation in the hospital's exclusive VIP wing on the top floor. During the entire ride down, no one else had even dared to summon the elevator.

Zayne was already thinking about how he could get Hannah to leave.

"Miss." He spoke. "You'll have to step outside. This is a private elevator."

Hannah remained exactly where she was.

"My leg is broken," she replied calmly. "Are you seriously asking me to leave like this?"

Zayne's eyes moved from the crutches to the old scar running across her face.

She certainly did not appear to be faking her injuries.

For perhaps the first time, Zayne didn't know what to say.

"Lobby, please," Hannah said in a polite tone.

Zayne blinked in shock. This woman was incredibly bold. Did she have any idea what would happen to people who managed to offend his boss?

He snuck a glance at Kellan, but the man's expression held no anger.

With no other option, Zayne pressed the button to close the elevator doors.

The entire ride took less than ten seconds, yet the atmosphere felt so tense that Zayne could barely breathe.

Kellan had always been impossible to predict. But what surprised him even more was the woman beside them. Why was she so calm? Kellan's intimidating presence didn't seem to affect her in the slightest.

Just then, a chime announced the elevator had reached the lobby.

Hannah stepped out, supporting herself with her crutches. Without a backward glance, she continued on her way.

Kellan's eyes followed her as she slowly crossed the lobby.

She seemed to know who he was.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Larson," Zayne said in a low voice. "I'll have keycard access installed on the private elevator right away."

"Okay." Kellan's voice was as emotionless as ever.

At that moment, a message appeared on Zayne's phone. He glanced down at the screen, and his entire body immediately stiffened.

"Mr. Larson, Rylee just detected activity from Void's dark web account. It's active again, and it looks like Void is actually in Ockdale!"

Kellan's hands tightened slightly where they rested against his numb thighs.

It had been three years.

Void was the most skilled hacker in the world, a mysterious figure who moved effortlessly between official organizations and the criminal underworld. No one had ever seen Void's face, and after the incident in Trodon, the entire world had assumed the hacker was dead.

But Void was still alive.

"If we can get Void to help us locate Dr. G, then Dr. G might be able to heal your legs!" Zayne said, barely able to contain his excitement.

Dr. G had a reputation for treating patients other doctors had already declared beyond saving.

They had searched relentlessly for Dr. G for years. They had contacted every legitimate and underworld connection at their disposal, yet they had not managed to uncover even the slightest trace of the elusive doctor.

Rumors had it that Dr. G and Void had a close relationship.

For the first time, a faint hint of emotion slipped into Kellan's normally detached voice.

"Tell Rylee to find Void at all costs."