His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 565 Hoodie man

She kept the smile on her face. She kept her expression calm. But behind her eyes, her mind was already racing, calculating, cataloging, analyzing.

"See him?" Lyra murmured, sipping her soda like nothing was wrong.

"Yes," Bella breathed, her lips barely moving. "I see him."

"He’s been there for about twenty minutes. My sister always tells me to be aware of my surroundings, so I noticed." Lyra’s voice was remarkably steady for someone so young. "I didn’t want to cause panic, but I thought you should know."

Bella’s gaze remained fixed on the figure. He had not moved. He just stood there, watching.

"You were right to tell me," Bella said quietly. "Thank you, Lyra."

"What are you going to do?"

Bella’s smile widened, still warm, still casual for anyone watching. But something in her eyes had shifted. Sharpened.

"I’m going to enjoy the rest of my evening," she said calmly. "And then I’m going to tell my husband."

Lyra nodded once, accepting this completely. "Okay. I’ll keep an eye out too. My sister says I’m good at that."

Bella finally looked away from the window, turning back to Lyra with genuine warmth. "Your sister sounds smart."

"She’s annoying," Lyra said flatly. "But yeah. Smart."

A small, real laugh escaped Bella. "Thank you, Lyra. Really."

Lyra shrugged like it was nothing and drifted back toward her sister, blending into the crowd like a shadow.

Bella turned back to the window.

The man in the hoodie was gone. But the cold feeling in her spine remained.

She took another sip of her sparkling water, her face perfectly calm.

Bella’s fingers moved casually and naturally as she lifted her phone from the small table beside her. To anyone watching, she was just another guest checking notifications, scrolling mindlessly through social media, completely absorbed in the mundane glow of her screen.

Her face remained calm. Serene, even. A small, pleasant smile curved her lips as she angled the phone slightly, tilting it toward the window.

But her eyes were not looking at the screen.

They were looking past it. Through the glass. At the spot where the hooded figure had been standing.

Her thumbs moved with practiced ease, pulling up the resort’s security feed. It took less than thirty seconds. The camera positioned outside the lounge appeared on her screen, grainy but clear enough.

She rewound. Watched.

The man in the hoodie materialized from the trees at exactly 9:47 PM. He walked to the edge of the property line and stopped. His face was angled toward the lounge, toward her window, but the hood cast his features in deep shadow. She zoomed in, enhanced, adjusted the contrast.

Nothing.

Whoever he was, he knew how to hide his face.

But she saw the way he stood. Still. Patient. Focused entirely on her.

A chill crept down her spine, cold and sharp.

The footage continued. He remained there for twenty three minutes, never moving, never looking away. Then, at 10:10 PM, just minutes ago, he simply turned and disappeared back into the trees, like he had never been there at all.

Bella’s smile did not waver. Her expression remained perfectly pleasant.

But her heart was beating faster.

She saved the footage. Captured a screenshot of the hooded figure, useless for identification, but evidence nonetheless. Her thumbs moved to her messaging app.

To Leo.

Someone was watching me outside the lounge. Hoodie. Male. Couldn’t get a clear face. Sent you footage. I’m fine. He left. Not causing a scene yet. Hazel is enjoying her night.

She hit send.

Then her fingers moved again, this time to a different contact, a number saved under a fake name, one of the guards Leo had assigned to shadow her discreetly.

Man in dark hoodie, near tree line outside lounge. 9:47 to 10:10. Find him. Don’t engage. Just locate. Report to Leo.

Send.

Bella set her phone down casually, picked up her sparkling water, and took a slow, measured sip. Her eyes drifted back to the window, scanning the tree line.

Meanwhile, Leo’s face shifted in an instant.

One moment, he was leaning back in the booth, watching Dom and Jason argue about the best way to hack Nicolas’s phone without leaving a trace. The next, his phone buzzed. He glanced down. Read the message. Read it again.

The temperature around him seemed to drop ten degrees.

"I need to leave." His voice was low, flat, carrying that particular calm that was far more terrifying than any shout.

Jay’s head snapped toward him. "What’s wrong, bro?"

Leo was already standing, already buttoning his jacket, his gray eyes frozen over like a winter lake. "I’ll tell you later."

He paused just long enough to look toward the booth where Nicolas was still draped between two women, laughing loudly at nothing. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.

"Keep eyes on him," Leo ordered.

Jay nodded once, his own expression hardening. "Got it."

Leo walked outside.

By the time he reached the exit, his phone was already pressed to his ear.

"Status," he said into the device.

Bella’s personal guard, Atlas, one of his most trusted, answered immediately. "She’s inside. Safe. Party’s still going. She hasn’t moved from her spot near the window."

"Pull up the camera feed. Check the tree line. Every angle. I want to know how he got there and where he went."

"Already on it, boss."

Leo slid into the back of his car, the door closing with a solid thud that echoed like a verdict. His driver did not need instructions. He was already pulling away from the club, heading toward the lounge.

Leo then turned on his phone again and looked at the message from Bella. A screenshot of the hooded figure. Then he saw the video appear. He downloaded it. She had sent him the footage too.

He stared at it. The shadowed face. The stillness of the stance. The way he was angled directly toward her window.

He forwarded it to Atlas.

And his jaw tightened so hard it ached.

His thumb moved, typing out a message to a different contact, the head of resort security, a man who owed Leo more than money.

Pull every guard. Perimeter sweep. Report anything unusual directly to me.

Send.

Then another message, this one to the team already stationed near the lounge.

Four more men to her location. Discreet. No one gets near her. No one.

Send.

He leaned back against the seat, the car eating up the dark mountain road. His face was carved from stone, but behind his eyes, something cold and lethal was calculating.

Someone had watched his wife. Someone had stood in the dark and stared at her through a window.

Leo’s hand curled into a fist on his thigh.

Whoever it was, they had made a mistake.