Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 39: Hacker Girl

The front door swung open and Kara stepped inside first before Darren followed, slipping the house keys into his pockets.

Kara's eyes widened at the place. A grand foyer with polished floors, a curved staircase, and a chandelier that looked like it could crush a man if it ever decided to drop.

And was that…? She sniffed the air. Vanilla. That was the scent of vanilla in the air alongside something even more expensive.

She turned a slow circle, taking it all in.

"Okay, what the hell," she said. "You are actually bat shit rich. I'm... I'm lost for words."

She looked at him. "Should I be worried? Are you secretly building a batmobile in the basement?"

Even though he approved of the joke, Darren ignored her as he took off the coat he'd been wearing and hung it on the coat hanger by the door.

As he did, the sound of footsteps echoed loudly, coming basically out of nowhere.

Kara jerked, eyes darting toward the source of the sound.

An older woman emerged from the stairs in a crisp housekeeping uniform. Her hair was pulled into a severe bun, and her face was lined with the kind of sharp discipline that came from years of running a household with an iron grip.

Her gaze flicked between them, landing on Kara with a cool, assessing stare.

Darren glanced over. "Kara, this is Gladys. Gladys, Kara."

Gladys gave Kara a look that could freeze lava.

Darren turned to Kara with a more serious expression. "Gladys is my housekeeper. Which means she's the boss of the place. She's very particular. Do whatever Gladys says."

Kara blinked. "Wait, whatever she says? What if she asks me to scrub the floors with a toothbrush?"

Darren just walked off, heading to the dispenser to get a cold drink of water.

Kara turned back to Gladys and forced a nervous smile. "Hi." She gave a small wave.

Gladys did not return the greeting. Instead, she narrowed her eyes in a way that suggested she could see straight into Kara's soul and did not like what she found there.

Kara's smile thinned. She slowly turned and walked away. "Okay, she certainly doesn't like me."

Darren, now at the dining table, gestured toward it. "Put your bag and laptop here."

Kara scoffed. "Oh, so we're getting straight to business, huh? No tour? I thought Gladys was the particular one."

She huffed dramatically as she pulled out her laptop and sat. "What room am I even staying in for the night?" As she opened the computer, another thought hit her. "Hey, Mr. Duckling, do you have a pool? Boy, I could really use a pool."

"Concentrate," Darren said, walking toward her.

"Okay, okay," she muttered, turning on the computer. "So what's this job you're hiring me for?"

Darren pulled out a chair and sat across from her. His expression turned serious. "I need you to hack into the Red Fang Association's secret account."

Kara's fingers hovered over her keyboard. Slowly, she looked up at him. "Uh. Excuse me?"

"You didn't hear what I said?" Darren asked genuinely.

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Kara shut her laptop. "Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Absolutely not. I am not getting on the bad side of the Red Fang Association. I do my best not to mess with shady people, and Red Fang are really shady people."

She narrowed her eyes. "What the hell are you even doing messing with them?"

"Not your concern," Darren said flatly.

"Oh, but it is my concern," Kara countered. "Because if I get caught, I get to be very dead. That is extremely my business."

Darren leaned back, watching her. Then he said, "State a price."

Kara paused. "Huh?"

"State your price," Darren repeated.

Her fingers twitched. She sat up straighter, thought of it for a moment before responding:

"Ten thousand."

"Done."

Kara blinked. "Wait, what?"

"Fifteen thousand," she tested.

"Agreed."

Her jaw slackened. "What the— okay. Twenty thousand."

"Agreed."

She narrowed her eyes. "Forty thousand."

Darren frowned. "You had three chances. The price is set at twenty thousand."

Kara exhaled, shaking her head. "Damn. You're too good at this." She grinned. "Fine. Twenty it is."

Darren nodded. "I'll be going to one of their lairs to make a payment. But I need an assurance in case things go south. That's where you come in."

Kara cracked her knuckles. "Alright. Lemme work my magic."

Darren let out a sigh. Normally, he would have let the system handle something like this. It was already skilled at hacking— flawless, efficient, and undetectable.

But this job required the skill of a human hacker. He needed a kind of precision that only a human could have. And this had to be a two person job.

He and the system were one.

As she set to work, Darren's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and saw it was Sandy. He answered.

"Hey, Darren!" Sandy's voice was warm.

"Sandy," Darren replied with the same tone. "How've you been?"

"I've been great. Really great. Uhm... I came by to visit but you weren't at home. I was just really excited and I wanted to thank you. Because of your advice to have patience, I actually made a profit from Bitcoin last week. One of the very few who did."

"Really? I'm glad to hear that, Sandy," Darren said.

"Thank you! And hey, FuglyDuckling broke another record today with a crazy buy. Did you see?"

Darren's grip on the phone tightened slightly. He kept his voice casual. "Yeah. That guy must really be out of his mind, huh?"

"I don't know. I think he's a genius," Sandy laughed. "By the way, what's your account on CryptoTracker? Let's follow each other. Mine's SandyBeach."

Darren hesitated. Shit. He didn't have an account and he hadn't yet claimed FuglyDuckling, it was still a placeholder account.

Wouldn't Sandy find it suspicious if he told her he didn't have an account when he was the one that suggested the app to her?

Thinking quickly, he said, "Let's play a game, Sandy. I'll send you a friend request, and you have to guess which amongst your requests is me."

Sandy chuckled. "You're very funny, Darren. Okay, I'll play your game."

He exhaled. Crisis averted.

"Also," Sandy added, "it's been almost a week since our usual get-together at Castle Cottage. Should we do one soon?"

Darren thought. "Maybe next week. I'll let you know the date."

"Hey, I'm in!" Kara called out.

Sandy heard the feminine voice. "Oh. Are you with someone?"

Darren clenched his jaw. "Just a friend. I'll send you the request, okay? Then we'll talk more. Good night."

"Okay. Goodnight."

He ended the call and walked to Kara. She spun her laptop toward him.

"Here are the numbers," she said, tapping the screen. "You don't need to know all the hacking gibberish. Point is, I'm in."

┏Access into Red Fang Account is successful┛the system informed him that she was right.

"Well done," Darren complimented her.

"But I do need one thing," Kara said. "For me to actually do anything to the account, I need a connection to a computer that has account access inside one of their lairs."

Darren considered. "I can do that. Since I'll be going there, I can get you the connection you need."

Kara clapped her hands. "Great. I'm not sure if I have a router here, but let me check."

"Don't worry about that," Darren said.

She frowned. "How are you gonna get me a connection without a router?"

Darren didn't answer. He just headed towards the stairs and began to climb it, hands in pockets.

"Mr. Duckling?" Kara called. "Mr. Duckling!"

He kept going.

Kara sighed, shaking her head. "That handsome son of a bitch."