Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349 

Norlan leaned forward, a look of genuine pride flickering in his fred eyes. “Where the hell did you get something like that? 

I smiled faintly. “It’s something my company’s been working on Private security–grade surveillance. Still in beta, actually. We haven’t even brought it to market. I used the last functioning prototype.” 

He whistled. “And it works?” 

“It’s working now. Or… it’s supposed to.” 

He smirked, nodding with approval. “So how does it transmit? Satellite uplink?” 

“Triple–layered,” I replied. “Primary: satellite uplink. Secondary piggybacks off any Wi–Fi or GSM within range. Tertiary: emergency cache mode. If it can’t send data immediately, it stores everything – encrypted and bursts it out the moment it regains a connection.” 

Norlan chuckled softly. “Redundant architecture. Beautiful.” 

I grinned back. “And it’s smart enough to only activate when triggered. No background noise. It saves power, and avoids premature detection.” 

“That’s solid work, Kes. Damn good. Now open the damn alert,” he said, almost giddy. “Let’s see the face of the fucker.” 

I finally opened it. 

A map loaded. Coordinates. Audio clips. Static frames. My eyes narrowed. 

Then, my heart paused for a breath. 

The timeline. 

“This doesn’t make sense,” I muttered. 

Norlan’s expression sobered. “What?” 

I turned the screen so he could see. “The feed’s timestamped. Look. It says the theft happened last night. Around 08:17 

PM. It should’ve been real–time,” I muttered. 
Norlan looked up. “But you said the tracer had a cache mode?” 

I nodded. “It does. But cache is a fallback. It’s passive. For when you’re underground, or out of range. But this delay? 

Twenty–two hours? That’s not dead–zone behavior. That’s deliberate. Somebody knew how to suppress the signal.” 

Norlan rubbed his temple, “Only one explanation.” 

glanced at him. 

He nodded, “They used a signal jammer.” 

The pieces clicked. 

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Chapter 349 

A military–grade one he continued. “Broad–spectrum suppres on. Probably localized the Jammer to the decoy’s location, and disrupted all outbound signals. Your tracer couldn’t talk to the satellites, and it also couldn’t ping a tower. So it defaulted to cache mode 

Fucking bastards! I hissed, returning to my phone screen. 

I watched the feed load. It was a choppy series of frames, flicke ing with poor light and distorted angles, but it was enough. 

Suddenly, the breath in my chest turned solid. 

“Fuck. Me.” I muttered as my eyes locked on a face. 

I felt my stomach twist, almost like my insides just recoiled. 

Jake. 

The mole was fucking Jake. 

A cold rush of air hit my lungs like I’d been dunked underwater 

Norlan straightened, sensing the shift in me. “Who is it?” 

I couldn’t speak. 

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