"Anything?" Matthew asked Cristoff.
"Still no news," Cristoff said. "The GPS on the car has been turned off. We tapped into our contacts at the police department, but we're keeping it quiet for now."
Matthew nodded. "Continue investigating. Keep this matter discreet. Also, prepare the things I asked you earlier."
Cristoff hesitated briefly. "Young Master, if you need anything else or if you're in trouble, just tell me. I'll do everything in my power to help."
Matthew gave another curt nod, silent for a moment as his thoughts wandered. The reason why he could do all this was not because he was a Nexian. It was because he had money.
The greatest hack truly was having enough money. Without money, none of this would be possible. His jaw tightened as he thought about how, in this life, he needed to grow stronger, not just as a Nexian, but financially as well. Without strength and money, he couldn't protect himself or the people around him.
