Alpha Hayley’s Destined Mate
Chapter 623: Tracking Down Claudio!
Hayley’s POV:
“Use your hacking abilities to track someone down for me!” Henry pleaded, his eyes filled with anticipation.
I leaned back, studying him calmly, waiting for him to elaborate.
“Claudio!” he finally revealed. “You know I’ve been working hard to get into the SI Organization.” He exhaled sharply before continuing, “Just now, the recruiter sent me the qualification test, and one of the tasks is to uncover Claudio’s whereabouts!”
His words left me slightly puzzled. Claudio was part of the SI Organization, and his location was deliberately kept secret. If new recruits were tasked with tracking him down—and someone actually succeeded—wouldn’t that be humiliating for the organization?
“Is there another task on the test?” I asked, pressing for more details.
Henry blinked in confusion. “Another task? What do you mean?”
I sighed, pressing my lips together, momentarily at a loss for words. Does this guy seriously not know that the SI Organization’s entrance exam always has two questions, and applicants only need to choose one?
He let out a sigh. I shook my head, forcing myself to be patient. “Forget it. Who gave you this so-called entrance exam?”
Henry puffed up with pride. “Someone named Rogers from the inner circle introduced me. It was all arranged through a chain of connections—very exclusive. I even paid a 200,000 registration fee!”
Watching his smug expression, I felt an unprecedented level of speechlessness. Isn’t this just getting scammed and happily keeping track of the money for them? He actually paid a fortune, only to be used as free labor to track down Claudio. Does this guy even think before acting? He’s a member of the Southwells—the ruling bloodline of the Midnight Pack—yet his intelligence is miles behind Alpha Benjamin’s. How is that even possible?
“Can you still reach the person who took your registration fee?” I asked, my patience wearing thin as I eyed Henry critically.
“Yeah,” Henry nodded, looking completely clueless. “He gave me a private number.”
I folded my arms, barely holding back my frustration. “Call him.”
“Why now? I haven’t found Claudio yet,” he said, puzzled.
“I have,” I snapped, growing impatient.
Henry exclaimed excitedly.
“Haha! This year, I will be the only one to make it into the organization! You have no idea—once the mission was announced, everyone rushed to form teams and take off.” He laughed triumphantly while pulling out his phone, scrolling through his contacts, and dialing the number.
The call connected almost immediately.
“Hello! I found Claudio!” Henry blurted out, barely containing his excitement.
I stood across from him, silently mouthing, “Make an appointment.”
Henry, oblivious, cupped a hand over the receiver and stretched his neck toward me. “Huh? What was that?”
Suppressing a sigh, I spoke more clearly, “I said, set up a meeting with him!”
“Oh! Got it!” He nodded, though his expression still held a trace of confusion. Then, phone in hand, he stepped out of the room.
A few minutes later, he burst back in, grinning from ear to ear. “All set! We’re meeting at Riverview Lounge tomorrow!”
Just as I finished speaking, Steven let out a chuckle beside me, then covered his mouth with his fist, laughing slyly.
“What’s so funny?” Henry shot him an annoyed glare.
“Nothing,” Steven replied, barely holding back his laughter as he glanced at me. His expression practically screamed, your friend is an idiot.
I had enough and decided to remind Henry, “Do you really think someone from the SI Organization would casually show up at Riverview Lounge?”
“And what’s wrong with Riverview Lounge?” Henry remained clueless. “Plenty of major deals go down there, and it’s known for its discretion! And back when my grandpa was still alive, he held meetings there too! As the Alpha of the Midnight Pack, no less!”
This time, Steven couldn’t hold back—his laughter echoed through the room. Still chuckling, he got up, strolled over, and gave my shoulder a pat. “Your friend here… let’s just say he’s adorably naive.”
With that, he casually sauntered out, taking the ever-expressionless bodyguard with him.
Henry frowned, thoroughly annoyed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” His crimson wolf eyes darkened as he narrowed them, locking onto Steven’s retreating figure with a dangerous glare.