
Disha moved his legs without direction. Tracing the corridor of the hospital in the VIP room with the mind constantly fixed on the buttons of clothes belonging to the young master.
The more he remembered the more it felt similar to the buttons of clothes stored by his mother.
Many possibilities he began to think of at this time and most likely his family's enemies were part of a man named Rayden Carter.
The family? or maybe their fellow work relationship. But what Disha needs to know now is how can the man have the same shirt buttons as his family's enemies.
Not wanting to drown in her own conjectures, Disha finally came to her room that night. Sleeked towards there and then entered the room of the main director of Medistra Hospital.
Disha kept a copy of the key for the room.
"Huh," Disha let out a sigh of relief, upon realizing that not a single person had seen her enter this room.
Without delaying any longer, Disha immediately locked the door back and looked for what she needed.
As he remembered, the mother kept the buttons in the safe in this workspace. Disha crouched down in front of her desk, opened one of the drawer doors and saw a medium-sized safe box there.
Disha pressed the password of the safe quickly, the clear code was his own date of birth.
And it turned out to be true, realizing that the safe had opened Disha smiled a little. He opened it and saw the whole safe.
Until he finally finds what he's looking for, a shirt button that becomes the only clue about their family's enemy.
"Right, it's the same, these buttons are the same as those owned by the man. But how can it be? it was clear between the two of them had a relationship, but what? no, I can't be confused myself. I have to figure this out. I have to make things clear" muttered Disha, clenching her hands firmly grasping the buttons of the shirt.
To make it back in her extended family, Disha must find the badjetsman, catch him and make a calculation. If the man had not been caught, his life would have continued like this, forever he would only be known as someone else, not part of the Dude family.
His life is really chaotic, must be willing to be oppressed so as not to steal everyone's attention about his true identity.
Disha decided that he would keep his discovery hidden from his father and mother. He will handle this alone.Telling everything to the mother will even make the mother feel anxious.
That night Disha took away the buttons. He went to the roof of the hospital and contacted someone in the dark.
It didn't take long for Disha's phone to be answered.
"Odette," said Disha, a name that became the code for him to get into the world Hacker network.
"Yes Miss," replied a man on the other end, Odette's name was the leader's favorite member, Darco who led DarkWeb, the world's most feared Hacker Team. Dhisa once saved Darco from death, making bespectacled women have exclusive access here.
"Tell Darco, I need all the Carter family information. Nothing is missed either."
"Well Miss, you'll get that information as soon as you can."
After that, Disha immediately disconnected the phone. Throwing his breath out violently.
Already determined to investigate all this, the only way is to make the man named Rayden immediately aware and scrape all the information.
Carter's family does not sound foreign to Disha, but he can not be sure who the man is.
Ever since the murderous attempt against him has continued, the Dude family has decided to limit relationships with everyone.
They cut ties and focused only on the hospital. They do not want those closest to them to experience the same misfortune as them. All interactions that occur are about treatment, there is no close relationship with any family.
The closest people who have ever been in a relationship with the Dude family also appreciate the decision that wants to have distance, especially when they hear that their only child from their family has died.
And it's been going on for years.
The killer has completely ruined the life of the Dude family.
I'll make sure I end this. Inner Disha, with a very strong determination.