The Future of Princess Sabina
Chapter 38: Finding a New Enemy.

A month later, we returned from our honeymoon. We've been exploring an island in the Pacific Ocean and chasing one of Alex's greatest passions, scuba diving. I also love scuba diving, but it makes me sad to know that all the beautiful reefs of the 20th century have died, due to global warming and plastic pollution.

Overall, it was an incredible journey; we were young, rich, and free, and we could do whatever we wanted, just the two of us. Part of me wants this life to never end, and I can choose to live like that if I want to. I feel I have a duty to the world. I was not born again to live a hedonistic lifestyle with my very handsome partner. I was reborn so I could change the world for the better.

I opened the safe in my home office to check out the Zeto Crystal. It didn't light up, and I wondered if it would be useful again. At this moment, it looked like a dull blue sapphire, even though it was incredible, the size of a tennis ball. Next to Zeto Kristal, there's an old cell phone. I recognize it, but I don't remember keeping it in the safe. It was an encrypted phone I bought from the Dark Net that Simona sent 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.

At first, nothing happened. Suddenly, a loud beep was heard and a message appeared on the phone. The message was from over two years ago and was meant for Simona. He was part of a revolution on the dark web against the Mossads, called the better world, written in Hebrew. I hesitated for a moment. Do I have the right to read messages intended for my deceased friend?

But then again, why would I suddenly open the phone a few years later if I didn't mean to read it? Unable to control my curiosity, I read the message. It read: "Simona, I'm worried about you. I haven't been able to contact you for a few weeks. Did Mossad arrest you? After all, I have found out who funded the conspiracy inside the Mossad. It was funded by the World Bank's leader, Pierre Beaumont. I've attached all the evidence on our Dark Net server. Please contact me, I'm worried about you. // Joanne ”

This message confused me and filled me with so many confusing questions. I want to see evidence for the Mossad conspiracy that Simona's friend is talking about. But I don't know what encryption program Simona is using, so finding an encrypted server on the Dark Net is like looking for a needle in a haystack. But what else can I do? I could contact Joanne, but how would she react? She must know that Simona is dead by now, so why would she trust me if I tried to contact her with Simona's phone a few 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, because Martin Al-Sham destroyed my record in 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 need to act, but what can I do? I decided to do my own research on the World Bank. At first, I had a lot of positive reactions. I hope this will be the case for a large organization like the World Bank. Such organizations can pay Google and other search engines for Search Engine Optimization and make sure to censor opinions about them. I have done the same to Build a Better World Pty Ltd.

While this proves nothing, as the World Bank may be operating under the wrong direction of humanitarian action, I realize that they are not improving the world. But I have to go after them or is the fish there bigger to fry? I did an Online search on Pierre Beaumont, and I realized that he was visiting Sydney for a global economic forum in the coming week. Such meetings are inaccessible to your average woman, but not to me. I am after all one of the richest people in Sydney after making billions in the stock market and other financial markets.

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