A dozen kiloters away in a hotel suite.
The young man initially felt proud, waiting for his tracking system to decode the computer IP address of the person who kidnapped Evelyn Quarles.
He even leisurely started drinking coffee.
Until the defense systems he had hacked were gradually repaired, and an increasingly aggressive virus began to devour data on his computer.
Maxcel couldn’t sit still any longer. He hurried back to his seat, trying to control his computer.
A minute passed.
He painstakingly managed to open his computer’s defense system.
Five minutes passed.
The defense system he developed was utterly useless; the virus invading his computer continued to devour files, even starting to destroy his system.
Maxcel gritted his teeth, showing a solemn face.
Ellen Quarles noticed his expression was off and put down her tea cup, asking him, "Maxcel, what’s wrong? Is it not going smoothly?"
The man completely ignored her, teeth tightly clenched, face darkened, pounding away at the keyboard, attempting a direct confrontation with the opponent.
He knew who the opponent was.
Ellen had told him.
SUN!
A person long famous alongside him, yet never seen.
He t the opponent once in McKinney, seemingly an ordinary girl, reportedly still a freshman, previously living in a small city.
Such a person has subtly outshone him all these years. How could soone like Maxcel, who prides himself on being a genius, tolerate this?
He was not particularly following the instructions of the Quarles family to co down here.
The main reason he ca this ti was to swallow the defeat in the software competition, and he wanted a showdown with the Red Alliance.
To show the entire hacker community who the true uncrowned king is!
Ti passed, second by second.
Sweat covered Maxcel’s forehead, his coding speed had slowed, and even Ellen could see his struggle.
Ellen’s heart rose again, she lowered her voice and spoke to him: "Is it Nathalie Quinlan?"
Maxcel ignored her.
An hour passed.
His hands completely left the keyboard.
And at that mont, Maxcel’s computer defenses were completely defeated, his computer screen flickered a few tis and turned entirely black.
Following this, under the gaze of both of them.
Two English words appeared on the computer screen.
Ga Over!
Ga over.
It was definitely a resounding slap in the face!
Maxcel’s face suddenly turned unpleasant.
Ellen’s expression was not good either. She walked to the side, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her chest, picked up her phone, and dialed the number she wouldn’t call unless absolutely necessary.
"Beep..."
The phone rang seven or eight tis, the other side didn’t answer.
Ellen’s expression beca increasingly uneasy, she suppressed her sense of humiliation, debating whether to call again, and at the last second, the other side leisurely answered.
"Mm, Countess... Seth."
The Royal Family of dirian is also called the Seth Royal Family. Ellen is often referred to as Countess Seth.
Yet those few words coming from the girl’s mouth carried a peculiar sense of sarcasm.
Her face burned hotly, the humiliation within her heart becoming intense, but she was only left with no choice but to bow her head.
"Ms. Quinlan, may I have a few minutes of your ti for a conversation?"
*
Nathalie Quinlan had just poured herself a cup of water; hearing Ellen speak to her with a voice full of humiliation, she curled her lips coldly: "Oh, how would you like to talk to ."
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