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They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 208
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Chapter 208: Under Surveillance Chapter 208: Under Surveillance Somto nodded, stepping inside the room with

his usual calm demeanor.

He wasn’t angry at Carl for being here, nor was he particularly surprised.

He had expected Nnenna to need someone to talk to.

And since he hadn’t been available while making his own preparations, he was actually grateful that Carl had

been.

As he walked in, his eyes immediately went to Nnenna, observing her carefully.

“How are you doing?” Somto asked, his voice steady as always.

“Fine,” Nnenna answered with a single word, her tone unreadable.

Then she let out a small sigh, glancing between the two of them.

“Well, now that the cat's out of the bag, | guess you guys must be really happy,” she added with absolute

certainty.

A frown flickered across Somto’s face.

“You're not going to participate in the hunt?” he asked, his tone sharper than before.

“I am,” she replied.

“I was just about to leave when you cover, actually.” Silence settled between them, thick and awkward.

None of them seemed to know what to say next.

Somto’s gaze wandered around the room, his years of training making unconscious security checks a habit.

Then, his eyes landed on something.

Something that shouldn't be there.

A small piece of sleek black metal peeked out from under Nnenna’s duvet, not entirely covered.

His mind processed it instantly, was that...a phone?

His jaw tightened.

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Without warning, he stepped forward and pulled the duvet away.

There it was.

A phone.

And not just any phone, an extremely expensive one.

Slowly, Somto turned to the only person who could have been responsible for this.

His eyes locked onto Carl, burning with quiet fury.

“You bought her a phone,” he said, his voice controlled but clearly filled with anger.

“Without askingfirst?” Somto clenched his jaw, his fingers tightening around the phone as Carl leaned lazily

against the desk, completely unfazed.

“Of course, | bought her a phone.

She needs it,” Carl said, rolling his eyes.

“No, she doesn’t,” Somto shot back, his voice sharp.

“And more importantly, were you two actually planning to hide this from me?” Carl smirked.

“Well, if your reaction is going to be like this, then maybe | should start hiding things from you.” Somto exhaled

through his nose, clearly trying to keep his temper in check, but Carl wasn’t done.

“No one knew about her before, but now that everyone does, she might as well be able to use a phone.

She can finally register a SIM card and stop being an untraceable ghost.

Besides, she’s about to enter university, you know how important a phone is for a student.

And most importantly,” Carl added, his voice dropping slightly, “she needs to be able to contact her friends and

family.” Somto’s glare didn’t waver, but he had no immediate comeback.

Carl's argument was solid.

“Fine,” Somto finally admitted, though his voice was still laced with irritation.

“She needs it.

But at the very least, you should have toldbefore buying it for her.” Carl let out an exaggerated sigh.

“I didn’t see the need to tell you.

Do you, or do you not, trustas her sworn older brother?” His golden eyes held Somto’s, daring him to

challenge him further.

Somto paused for a second, then nodded.

“I do trust you to be her sworn older brother, but at the end of the day, she is my little sister.

You don’t make decisions as important as this and expectnot to react when | find out.

You don’t know everything about her, Carl.

You might accidentally cause harm to her one day.

So please, next time, tellbefore buying her something like this.” Then, without missing a beat, he turned to

Nnenna.

“I have to take this for a while.

I'll bring it right back, | promise.” “No,” she said firmly.

Somto frowned.

“Why?” “Why do you want to take my phone?” Nnenna shot back.

“To boost another spying method?

This ta digital one?” Somto’s eyebrow arched slightly at her words.

“This ta digital one?” he repeated, his voice calm but edged with curiosity.

Nnenna held her ground.

“Don’t think | don’t know that you originally put Carl in charge of ‘monitoring’ me, or as you like to call it, ‘taking

care of me.’ | appreciate it, truly, but | still don’t know why you did it.

And if | don’t know that, then | definitely don’t need someone else spying onnow.” Somto ignored her

stubborn outlook.

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His sharp gaze stayed locked on Nnenna, unreadable.

There was a brief silence before he sighed, rubbing his temple.

“I don’t plan to spy on you,” Somto said, his voice calm but firm.

He could tell she already knew more than she was letting on about what had happened at the hospital, probably

not everything, but enough.

“The reason | want to install security measures on your phone is to protect you.

To make sure it can’t be hacked.

To ensure that enemies of...” He hesitated for a brief moment before continuing, “the kingdom... can’t listen in

on your calls or read your messages.” His eyes locked onto hers as he added, “And yes, to track your location,

but only when necessary.

For your safety.” He took a step closer, lowering his voice slightly.

“Every member of our family has these security measures on their phones.

It's standard protocol, not something targeted at you.” His reasoning was sound.

It made perfect sense.

But Nnenna had learned her lesson when she discovered that Carl had originally been planted as Somto’s spy

while she was hospitalized.

Ever since then, she had decided to be extra cautious.

Who was to say Somto wouldn't slip in an extra program?

One that allowed him to monitor her messages, listen to her calls, or track her every movement?

It wasn’t just about her anymore, what about her future friends?

The people she would meet?

She refused to let anyone, even her own family, place her under surveillance.

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