970 Searching for a Photo of Evelina (2/2)
She looked at him and tilted her head to the side. ”You want to see what I looked like when I was Evelina?”
He didn't reply immediately and observed her expression first instead. He was afraid that his curiosity was going to upset her but upon seeing her normal expression, he felt relieved. Nevertheless, he still decided to tread around this subject with great caution, knowing how much his wife suffered in her past life and how tragically she died.
Before he could speak, she asked another question. ”Did you try searching for pictures of me or of other members of the Vetrovs on the internet?”
He shook his head.
”Why not?”
”I want to but I don't want to do it behind your back.”
Her amused smile transformed into a bright smile that lit up her entire face. Then she gave him a loud, smacking kiss on the mouth. ”My husband is so considerate.”
He cleared his throat but a pleased grin was already threatening to split on his face. ”Of course. You're my wife!”
She took the tablet again and searched for ”Evelina Vetrova” on the search bar for images. Several photos of different women appeared. They apparently had the same name. She showed the search results to him.
He glanced at the different photos, hoping that he could pinpoint his wife just based on his deep love for her, but no photos tugged on him. ”Which one are you among these?”
”Guess.” Her eyes glinted with mischief.
He took the tablet from her and began carefully examining the photos. However, like before, none tugged on him. He shook his head and returned the tablet to her. ”I don't know.”
Her bright smile became even wider and brighter. ”Good answer.”
He felt confused but decided to wait for her explanation.
”None of these are me.”
”Oh.”
”Actually, there are no photos of me on the internet at all,” she revealed, her smile dimming a little. ”I'm the—I was the most protected and sheltered member of the Vetrov family so only very few people outside the organization knew about my existence. I was also the hacker Fantom so it was only natural for me to erase any substantial traces about my identity on the web.”
She typed a new search term on the tablet.
Nikolai Vetrov.
Similar to before, the search results showed many photos of different men who had the same name.
”But unlike me, my brother was very famous, or should I say infamous? He rarely attended social events, but whenever he did, he would always attract widespread attention.”