His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 544 Interesting

"So," Leo said slowly, voice low and smooth, "you’re that hacker from Hackerverse who stole my money?"

Dom swallowed, the sound audible in the stillness.

Hard.

Finally, with the air of a man walking his own plank, he forced himself to lift his head. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Big mistake.

Leo’s gray eyes locked onto him immediately. They were sharp, clear, and held a depth of cold, patient danger that made Dom’s breath hitch. All the color drained from Dom’s face, leaving him pale and visibly wilted.

He cleared his throat, a dry, scraping sound. "Well," he started, his voice unnaturally high and careful. "When you say stole, it sounds so... aggressive. I prefer the term... temporarily relocated."

Leo’s brow lifted a fraction, a silent, devastating commentary.

Dom rushed on, the words tumbling out in a panicked stream. "For educational purposes! Security testing! You know... ethical. Very, very ethical."

The corner of Leo’s mouth twitched upwards, his smirk deepening just enough to be terrifying. "Five million worth of ethical?" he asked, his voice a quiet, lethal rumble.

Dom seemed to shrink. "Technically," he whispered, the word barely a sigh of surrender, "four point seven."

Jason choked, strangled laughter bursting out of him before he could smother it with his hand.

Bella turned her face away, her shoulders trembling with silent, helpless mirth.

Leo said nothing. He simply let the silence expand, let Dom stew in the immense, yawning void of his own poor life choices. It was somehow infinitely worse than any outburst.

Dom shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a trapped animal searching for an escape that didn’t exist.

Then Leo spoke again, his voice deceptively calm, almost thoughtful, as he pieced together the final, damning detail. "And you confessed this to me," he said, the words dropping like stones, "while I was unconscious."

Dom closed his eyes, a brief, pained flutter, as if physically reliving the catastrophic error. "Yes," he admitted, the sound weak and thready. "In my defense... I thought you were going to stay unconscious longer."

This time, Jason lost all composure. He threw his head back and laughed openly, the sound rich and full of unholy delight.

Bella pressed her fingertips to her lips, her eyes sparkling with tears of suppressed laughter.

Leo exhaled slowly, a long, controlled breath through his nose. For a fleeting second, a spark of pure amusement flickered across his own face. But it vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by something colder, sharper, more deliberate. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. The casual humor was gone, stripped away to reveal the steel beneath.

"Since you’ve been... relocating... my money for years," Leo said, his voice low and heavy with finality, "you will return it. With interest."

Dom’s stomach plummeted. He felt the world tilt.

Leo’s eyes held his, unblinking. "Otherwise," he continued, his tone so casual it was chilling, as if discussing the weather, "I don’t mind putting a gun down your throat."

Before the stunned silence could break, Leo moved. With a smooth, effortless motion that belied his recent injury, he pulled a pistol from beside him and rested it loosely in his palm. He didn’t aim it. He just held it, letting the cold, dark metal speak for itself.

Dom made a sound—a sharp, strangled gasp that morphed into a pitiful whimper. His entire body went rigid. Then, a fine, visible tremor began to shake him, starting in his hands and radiating outward.

"Bella—BELL!!!" Dom cried out, the word a dramatic, piercing wail. He pointed a trembling finger at Leo as if presenting him to a jury. "LOOK AT YOUR HUSBAND! He is threatening me! I told you he would try to take my soul one day!"

Bella’s eyes snapped toward Leo. All traces of amusement vanished from her face. She glared at him, her expression shifting into one of firm disapproval. "Leo," she said, her voice low but edged with sharp authority. "You cannot shoot him."

Jason, utterly unconcerned, leaned more comfortably against the wall, his grin widening. This was better than any show.

Leo glanced at Bella. The silence that followed was brief but charged.

Then, almost instantly, the tension in his shoulders eased. The dangerous aura dissipated like mist. "Oh," he said, his voice returning to its normal, calm timbre. "Okay. If you say so."

He lowered the gun, setting it aside on the sofa cushion as if it were a television remote, though he didn’t put it away.

His attention returned to Dom, who was still shaking like a leaf. "But when," Leo asked, his voice now smooth and businesslike, "are you returning my money?"

Dom looked like a man who had just witnessed the ghost of every ancestor he ever had. "Oh God," he moaned weakly. "I don’t have money. I am broke."

Jason made the ugliest, most derisive snort imaginable.

"No, he is not," Jason declared, stepping forward with the energy of someone who had been waiting for this moment his entire life. He pointed an accusing finger at Dom. "His modeling contracts alone pull in millions. Then his ’ethical security testing’ side hustle makes even more."

Dom turned his head slowly toward Jason, his face a masterpiece of utter betrayal.

Jason continued, merciless. "He secretly buys land, Leo. Multiple plots. And don’t even get me started on his clothes." He gestured at Dom’s impeccably tailored, understatedly expensive outfit.

Dom tried to interrupt. "Jason—"

"No," Jason cut him off, happily. "You wear limited edition designer everything. Your casual shirts cost more than my car. Your sneakers have waiting lists. I’d bet your underwear has a brand value and a provenance."

Bella pressed her lips together so hard they turned white, her entire body quaking with the effort of containing her laughter.

Jason wasn’t finished. He started counting on his fingers. "You complain about being broke while wearing a single outfit worth more than the average person’s yearly salary. You are the walking, talking definition of liquid assets."

Dom looked like he wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole. He seemed to be trying to make himself smaller, to simply evaporate from the room.

Leo watched the exchange, his expression unreadable, though the corner of his mouth gave a faint, involuntary twitch. "Interesting," he said slowly.

Dom straightened immediately, a glimmer of desperate hope in his eyes. "I can explain."