The Billionaire's Genius Wife

Chapter 331 Uncle, Where Are You?



January 1st,

The night before Scarlett flew to B Island, she received a text message from an unknown number.

[Someone is following me, can’t meet now! Will contact you again. Stay safe!]

Scarlett was confident that it was her uncle who sent the message. When she traced the number, she was surprised to discover it was from Seattle, USA.

“Xander, why am I so worried about Uncle’s safety?” Scarlett showed the short message to Xander.

“T-This…” Xander couldn’t find the right words.

They were both helpless because they didn’t know the current identity that Noah Withers was using.

“Babe, I will try to locate this number first. Hopefully, this US local number can lead us to Uncle Noah’s whereabouts…” He said.

“Yes, I agree!” Scarlett said determinedly, “I will also do everything I can to find him.”

Soon, they both became immersed in their own investigations. Xander made phone calls in his study room, while Scarlett went to their bedroom, to use her hacking abilities to trace the phone number.

Now that Scarlett no longer needed to hide, as Theodor was no longer chasing her, she could utilize her skills to track down her uncle more efficiently.

But how would she find him? All she knew was that the phone number was last active at Tacoma International Airport in Seattle. With thousands of people visiting the airport every day, it would be challenging for her to locate her disguised uncle.

Now, she understood how Theodor felt when he was tracking her for a year. She truly admired his tenacity.

After only two days of searching for traces of her uncle, Scarlett was already stressed and had trouble sleeping. Her mind was always filled with negative thoughts about what could happen to her uncle.

Sometimes, Scarlett strongly wanted to go straight to X country and confront her evil Uncle, Jude Withers. However, she knew that she couldn’t act rashly. She had to find her mother before taking any action, as her mother’s safety could be at risk if she moved now and something went south.

Scarlett had been watching the CCTV footage for nearly two hours. To check the location of the cell phone signal that had contacted her had disappeared. Yet, she couldn’t find any trace of her uncle there.

She stood up from the chair, tired of staring at the monitor. Then she walked towards the window, gazing at the illuminated garden outside. She pushed her mind to work, searching for a way to trace her uncle.

After a while, a sudden realization made Scarlett’s whole body shiver.

“Damn it! How could I forget?” she cursed, hastening to her laptop. Her fingers swiftly danced across the keyboard. After a few minutes had passed, a happy smile appeared on her face.

“Uncle, you should have given me a signal so I wouldn’t be so confused,” she muttered as she discovered some secret files in her uncle’s computer server — she hacked her uncle’s laptop.

Scarlett came across a collection of passport photos showing various disguises her uncle had used. Ten photos were in the folder, and she was confident that each one depicted her uncle’s altered appearance.

Once she found the photo, she opened a unique application she had created for her organization, The Fox. This application was designed to track faces using CCTV footage. No one could escape its reach as long as the photos were recent and the person’s face hadn’t undergone significant changes.

“Uncle, don’t worry! I will find you and help you,” Scarlett vowed.

After entering a series of commands into the application, she left her laptop to work its magic and went to find Xander.

Scarlett felt in a good mood. She was no longer in the dark, struggling to track down her uncle’s whereabouts. She believed that they would find him soon.

She enters Xander’s home office and finds him standing by the French window on the phone. She wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his back. After she heard him end the phone call, she said, “Xander, we can find my uncle!” she cried, her voice full of happiness.

Xander’s hand gently clasped hers on his stomach. A joyful smile graced his handsome face upon hearing this good news.

After allowing Scarlett to embrace him from behind for a few moments, Xander gently released her hand and turned his body to face her. Pulling her into his arms, he hugged her tightly, placing tender kisses on the top of her head.

“That’s good news, babe,” Xander spoke, his voice filled with warmth. “Once we locate Uncle Noah, I’ll arrange for someone to assist him, to enter this country.”

Scarlett was taken aback by his words. She loosened her grip on Xander and stepped back, wanting to see his face. She said, “Xander, isn’t that dangerous? What if my evil uncle Jude finds out about me?” she voiced her concerns with a hint of worry. 𝐨𝘃𝗹.

“Don’t worry. My team is skilled at operating covertly. They won’t leave any traces when bringing Noah Withers here,” Xander reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “This time, I will help you, and you can’t refuse my assistance, Ms. Riley,” he continued, his tone serious and determined.

Scarlett was deeply moved by Xander’s genuine concern and unwavering support. Fighting back tears, she nodded and offered a grateful smile.

Despite the complexities of her family’s troubles, she found solace in knowing that Xander stood by her side, ready to lend a helping hand. At that moment, she realized she couldn’t ask for more than having a husband as caring and devoted as Xander.

“So, where is he now?” Xander asked after noticing Scarlett didn’t refuse his offer of help as she had done in the past whenever he attempted to take action to find her missing parents.

Actually, he had previously tried to locate Scarlett’s parents discreetly without her knowledge. Still, his efforts had been in vain, as he had yet to uncover any leads or traces of her parents.

“Follow me!!” Scarlett pulls Xander back into their room to check her laptop. But when she looked at her laptop screen, her face froze.


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