Amadeus Yancey’s eyes were deep and dark, slightly narrowing, as if he hadn’t reacted imdiately: "Just water?"
If he hadn’t asked, it would’ve been fine. But his question made Nathalie Quinlan even more embarrassed. She raised her hand awkwardly, wanting to tug at her own hat. Rembering that soone had just helped her adjust the brim after entering, she lifted her cold, pale hand halfway and then silently let it drop, grabbing at the air: "Ah, just water for now."
Nathalie smacked her lips together, then said, "I’ll let you know if I think of anything else I need."
Amadeus Yancey watched her unnaturally raise and lower her hand, seemingly understanding, and his thin lips curled into a pleasing arc: "Okay."
He handed over a bottle of mineral water.
Nathalie Quinlan took the bottle of mineral water he offered, twisted open the cap, and took a sip.
Cold water flowed down her throat.
Her parched throat, dry all afternoon, finally found relief. The crease in her brow relaxed, and she appeared to be in a much better mood.
"Thanks."
Nathalie Quinlan had never been one to hide her good mood. She raised her eyelids, her pair of jet-black eyes beautifully veiling a flair of defiance, gazing at the man.
Amadeus Yancey reached out a hand, brushing his fingertip against the moisture on her lustrous lips, also in a good mood, lazily saying, "You’re welco."
"Weren’t you going to recover so data?"
Nathalie glanced at the computer in the recovery room, nodded, holding the water in one hand while pulling out a chair with the other, and naturally told him, "Give a mont."
"Mm, go ahead, I’ll wait for you." Amadeus Yancey gave a slight nod, standing there with a straight and tall posture.
Lowie Wilmar watched the intimate interaction between the two, including Amadeus Yancey helping the girl adjust her duckbill cap. The girl’s natural and relaxed deanor was entirely caught in his eyes, and though he said nothing, his gaze darkened.
...
Amadeus Yancey stood by Nathalie like a Buddha statue, so much so that not even Raymond Wilmar dared to make a rash move.
Adelle Wafford initially managed to steady herself, but after Amadeus Yancey arrived, she was evidently sowhat unsettled. Struggling to stay calm, her hidden fingertips couldn’t stop trembling with nerves...
Nathalie studied traditional Chinese dicine.
She shouldn’t know anything about computers.
Adelle Wafford desperately tried to comfort herself, but for so reason, her heart was racing uncontrollably, refusing to calm down.
She had a growing sense that things were going out of her control, that Nathalie wasn’t the soft persimmon she thought she could easily crush; this might all be falling apart!
The recovery room was silent, and everyone’s focus was on the girl seated, recovering the computer data.
mbers of the Wilmar Family even gathered closely around the girl, trying to get a clearer view.
Mr. Zachmann and Stanley Zachmann didn’t go in but stood outside at the doorway of the recovery room. Nonetheless, the hospital’s surveillance computers were large and nurous.
Seven or eight computers stacked atop each other.
Even from afar, they could see the screens’ displays.
As soon as Nathalie sat down, the hospital surveillance feeds playing on the computer screen disappeared. The screen then turned black, with nurous lines of programming code popping up.
Stanley Zachmann, a professional in this field of data developnt, was stunned the mont he saw the code appear on the computer screen.
This...
Nathalie really knows programming?
The numbers on the computer screen were flashing rapidly; to others, they were just chaotic strings of code that seed nonsensical.
But Stanley Zachmann could understand it; it was C language, specifically used for programming.
Nathalie’s typing speed was astonishing.
He could barely discern the sequences of C programming commands being typed out.
Mr. Zachmann, specializing in the Chinese language, had no concept of computer C language; like most, he only saw that before Nathalie got to work, the computers were still showing real-ti surveillance.
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