Chapter 38: Finding a New Enemy.

A month later, we came back from our honeymoon. We had been island-hopping on the Pacific Ocean and pursued one of Alex's biggest passions, scuba diving. I also loved scuba diving, but it made me sad knowing that all the beautiful reefs of the 20th century had died off, due to global warming and plastic pollution.

Altogether It had been a wonderful trip; we were young, rich, and free, and we could do whatever we wanted, just the two of us. A part of me wanted this life to never end, and I could choose to live that way if I wanted to. But I felt that I had an obligation to the world. I wasn't reborn to live a hedonistic lifestyle with my incredibly handsome partner. I was reborn, so I could change the world for the better.

I opened the safe in my home office to inspect the Zeto Crystal. It didn't glow, and I wondered if it would ever be useful again. At the moment, it looked like a dull blue sapphire, albeit it was massive, the size of a tennis ball. Next to the Zeto Crystal, there was an old cell phone. I recognised it, but I couldn't remember putting it in the safe. It was the encrypted phone that I bought from the Dark Net that Simona had delivered to me, when I was in Israel, two and a half years earlier. For some reason, I felt compelled to start the phone, so I plugged it into a charger.

Initially, nothing happened. Suddenly, there was a loud beep and a message showed up on the phone. The message was from over two years ago and meant for Simona. She was part of the revolution on the dark web against the Mossad, called A Better World, written in Hebrew. I hesitated for a bit. Did I have the right to read the message intended for my dead friend?

But then again, why had I suddenly opened the phone several years later if I wasn't meant to read it? Unable to control my curiosity, I read the message. It read: "Simona, I am worried about you. I haven't been able to reach you for several weeks. Did the Mossad capture you? Anyways, I have found out who is funding the conspiracy within the Mossad. It's funded by the leader of the World Bank, Pierre Beaumont. I have attached all the proof on our Dark Net servers. Please contact me, I am worried about you. //Joanne"

This message confused me and filled me with so many puzzling questions. I wanted to see the proof for the Mossad conspiracy that Simona's friend was talking about. But I didn't know what encryption programs Simona had used, so finding the encrypted server on the Dark Net was like looking for a needle in a haystack. But what else could I do? I could contact Joanne, but how would she react? She must know that Simona was dead by now, so why would she trust me if I tried to contact her with Simona's phone several years later? And worst of all, what if the message was a trap set by the Mossad? They didn't know about my real identity, since Martin Al-Sham destroyed my files at Ben Yehuda's house. Sending this message could be their way to lure me out.

I turned off Simona's encrypted phone and put it back in the safe. I needed to act, but what could I do? I decided to do some research on the World Bank on my own. Initially, I got a lot of positive reactions. I expected this to be the case for a large organisation like the World Bank. Such an organisation could pay Google and other search engines for Search Engine Optimisation and make sure to censor opinions about them. I had done the same for Building a Better World Pty Ltd.

I realised that I had to dig deeper. I found out that most of the countries that the World Bank 'helped' ended up worse off, with the ownership of their natural resources transferred to various shady organisations.

While this didn't prove anything, as the World Bank perhaps operated under misguided humanitarian acts, I realised that they didn't improve the world. But should I go after them or were there bigger fish to fry? I did an online search on Pierre Beaumont, and I realised that he was visiting Sydney for a global economic forum in the coming week. That kind of meeting was inaccessible to your average woman, but not for me. I was after all one of the wealthiest persons in Sydney after making billions on the stock market and other financial markets.

I accessed the Global Economic Forum website, and I bought VIP tickets for Alex and me to have lunch with Pierre Beaumont the following week.