Chapter 439: The Virus That Shook Cyperia
Earlier, she had skimmed through the files that came in. They were packed with high-level intel, but none of it involved Cyperia. But now? The files had taken a suspicious turn.
Hackers usually traded data through specialized underground networks. Olivia had already sorted through the first batch and was about to offload them for sale—when this mess showed up. Looking at the stack of blatantly treasonous documents, Olivia calmly pulled up her Super Shredder.
The filming of Legacy of the Dynasty was going well. Since it was an ensemble drama, Olivia’s role as the female lead didn’t mean she had to be on set all the time. Skipping a few days here and there didn’t slow things down.
“A few days ago, I had the editor start cutting together a rough preview from what we’ve already filmed. The series isn’t finished yet, but if we get a sample reel approved early, it’ll save us time later,” Zayn explained, finally catching Olivia.
Olivia waved a hand dismissively. “You’re the expert, Zayn. Just handle it however you see fit.”
Her totally hands-off approach made Zayn feel both amused and exasperated. But at the same time, he was touched. Olivia had trusted him to handle the entire production—something most people in the industry wouldn’t dare to do. That alone made him more determined to make sure this drama turned out amazing.
“This isn’t something I can just decide alone,” Zayn insisted. “Actually, I just heard from the editor this morning. They pulled several all-nighters, and the sample cut is finally done. Since you’re finished filming for the day, come watch it with me. If it looks good, I’ll send it for review this afternoon.”
Olivia hadn’t planned on going—until she heard Zayn add, “I hired a top-tier editing team to speed things up. They’re normally fully booked, and I had to pull some strings—and spend a lot of money—to get them to fit us in.”
Olivia narrowed her eyes. “How much?”
Zayn held up a number. Olivia nearly choked.
Zayn, are you burning money for fun? “You spent that much just to edit a preview?” Would it be cheaper if I just did it myself?
Noticing Olivia’s stunned expression, Zayn quickly jumped in to calm her down, rambling about how incredibly skilled the team was and name-dropping all the massive blockbusters they had worked on.
He led her straight to Silhouette Studio.
“Relax. This team is as professional as it gets. Once you see the final cut, you won’t think it’s overpriced anymore,” Zayn assured her.
Olivia shot him a look. “Are they going to edit me into a billion-dollar box office hit?”
Zayn instantly shut up. Just as Olivia was about to see exactly what kind of next-level editing could possibly justify that insane price…
The second Olivia and Zayn stepped into Silhouette Studio, they walked straight into a disaster zone.
“Shut it down! Now!”
“Somebody yank the internet cable!”
“No! That’s weeks of work! I haven’t slept for days—Stop, you monster!”
The entire thirty-person studio was in total meltdown, editors scrambling around in sheer panic. Amid the chaos, Olivia heard a very familiar background track. A really bad feeling crept up her spine.
Olivia’s eyes swept across the Silhouette Studio monitors. On multiple screens, the same horrifying scene was playing out. A dark, hooded Grim Reaper stood at a door, knocking ominously. One by one, files were dragged out from the computers, floating helplessly toward the Reaper’s grasp. As soon as he touched them, they withered into dust, their digital remains swept into a growing pile at his feet. Then—without hesitation—the Reaper grabbed a shovel, dug a grave right in the middle of the screen, and dumped the remains inside. All that was left behind…was a tombstone.
Olivia froze. Grim Reaper Knocking on Doors Virus?