She took out her phone and sent Alvin Morgan a message:
"I'm back."
A reply came back quickly: "Wait for me at the old spot."
In the past few days, Alvin Morgan had successfully breached all the internal local area networks here, including the surveillance cameras.
In other words, wherever they wanted to go, as long as Alvin Morgan controlled the surveillance system remotely, they could do so without being discovered.
When Alvin Morgan arrived, he saw Aurora Sinclair sitting alone on the deserted beach, her figure looking a bit frail.
He draped the jacket he had brought over her shoulders from behind, sat down next to her, and pulled her into his arms.
Listening to the unsteady rhythm of his heartbeat, Aurora Sinclair said softly, "I was just mimicking Jean. I think I passed."
"Aurora, I was so scared..."
"Even if I had failed, he wouldn't have been able to catch me."
