The hacking skills Nathalie Quinlan displayed were far beyond the level of an average hacker. Few hackers could impress him.
The answer was obvious!
The young man looked shocked and stupefied at the girl sitting in front of the computer. His mind was quite sharp, and he didn’t just blurt out the answer.
Instead, he looked at Vincent Moore and mouthed a word—sun!
This ti, Vincent Moore didn’t give a direct response or deny it: "It’s not important. I’ll tell you when I get the chance."
"..." The young man from the Hacker Alliance understood the answer almost instantly.
Nathalie Quinlan is SUN!
Otherwise, Vincent Moore could simply have told him he was wrong.
But Vincent Moore didn’t say that, only offering an ambiguous answer.
That ant he guessed right!
No one among the hackers didn’t know the na SUN. Now, the top genius of the hacking world was right in front of him!
The young man’s breathing nearly stopped.
He held back his excitent and suddenly rembered how a while ago their Hacker Alliance database was frequently hacked.
They couldn’t even trace the identity of the other party.
Now he suddenly knew who the person was.
It was SUN!
SUN was in Inderia, always in Inderia!
He thought about it; who else in the hacking circle could treat their Hacker Alliance database like a backyard garden? If it was SUN, it all made sense.
*
Forty minutes later.
The girl took her hands off the keyboard and leaned back, turning her head to stare at the computer screen.
She stared for a full minute.
Then she half-squinted her eyes, with an unmistakable ferocity like a beast, sowhat solitary and cold, "I found it."
Sadam Vinson and the others were all waiting for the results.
Amadeus Yancey was also behind her, accompanying her as she searched.
Until the girl softly finished her sentence, he replaced her cup with warm water and asked her unhurriedly, "Who."
Nathalie Quinlan picked up the warm water Amadeus Yancey had just poured for her, took a sip, and tasted a sweet flavor. She glanced at the cup in surprise, realizing that Amadeus had thoughtfully added so glucose to the water, probably afraid she was too exhausted and needed to replenish her body’s sugar level.
She wasn’t tired enough to need glucose to survive, but having soone pour her a cup of warm water at this mont, certain parts of Nathalie Quinlan’s heart suddenly softened significantly. Her previously rebellious aura had sowhat cald down, at least not as cold and indifferent as when she had just returned.
She slowly placed the cup back, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, only cold stillness remained: "...Hansel Kingsley."
Nathalie Quinlan, having found this result, already understood why Hansel Kingsley did this.
It was probably another ridiculous reason.
For example, he wanted to teach her a lesson or sothing like that.
Or, he wanted to curb her arrogance!
Because Hansel Kingsley and the Kingsleys Family had said similar things to her in front of her more than once, like if she didn’t comply, he would use the Zachmann Family in Beijing as a warning example...
She just didn’t expect Hansel Kingsley to actually dare to do it.
In Nathalie Quinlan’s eyes, an uncontrollable bloodlust surged, and a wildfire almost erupted in her heart. She stood up, pulling back the chair, which made a sharp ’screech.’
"Ms. Quinlan..." Alfred Garland felt his heart pound, vaguely sensing that Nathalie Quinlan was truly infuriated this ti, the kind of anger that cos from having her bottom line trespassed and her nerves touched.
He didn’t know what Nathalie Quinlan was about to do, but he realized Hansel Kingsley might regret it this ti.
Without a word, Nathalie Quinlan returned to the living room, picked up the bag on the sofa, and prepared to head out: "I’m going out for a bit."
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