"Heh." Nathalie Quinlan chuckled and took off her headphones, giving Phoebe Hoffman a wicked glance, quite agitated, "Did I say I was hiding it from you?"
"You weren’t...not..." Phoebe almost blurted out, ’You didn’t get the programming done, did you?’
Then she saw the girl walk past her, lift her leg, and head toward Wallace Radcliff, taking out a USB flash drive from her pocket and handing it to him.
"What is this?" Wallace took the USB flash drive from her hand, not quite understanding.
Why is Ms. Quinlan giving him a USB flash drive?
"It’s your stuff." Nathalie’s eyes were sowhat fierce and reddish, as though she hadn’t slept well, but she was arrogant, "Didn’t you guys ask for my help, to help you look at a piece of code? I’ve finished it."
"You an this is that source code?" Wallace could hardly contain his excitent, his face in disbelief.
"Yes."
"..." Wallace wasn’t excited any longer, but choked up as if sothing was stuck in his throat, not knowing how to speak.
Phoebe’s team spent three months and couldn’t crack this problem, so she really solved the source code issue of the autonomous driving program in just three days?
"Ms. Quinlan, when did you finish it? I, I didn’t know before this."
Nathalie’s face was quite attention-grabbing, her eyes half-closed, she said in a light tone, "The day before yesterday, I suppose. I got busy with other stuff and forgot to tell you."
The day before yesterday?
That is to say, she took only one day.
"..." Wallace slightly opened his mouth, his gaze at her could be described as fanatical, unable to calm down.
This, this is too incredible!
To conquer the world’s hottest topic of autonomous driving systems in one day.
If it weren’t for the presence of others, making it inappropriate to reveal more about Nathalie’s privacy, he might have raised the old topic again.
With such skills and capability, why not study sothing better, how alluring would computer science be?
To go study such a thing as Chinese dicine, what a waste!
If she truly solved this problem, Ms. Quinlan’s ability would be enough for her to join The Ninth Institute!
"You said you’ve solved it? How is that possible?" Phoebe’s face color was rather ugly, gloomy, and she questioned subconsciously.
She hadn’t expected Nathalie to actually bring a USB flash drive, and in front of so many people, after her own sarcasm, to hand it to Wallace.
She publicly slapped herself in the face!
But she didn’t believe Nathalie truly had the ability to solve the source code problem within a day, as she was part of the project team and knew all too well how difficult that code was to overco.
With no laptop on site, she couldn’t demand to check it right there and then; swallowing her pride was hard, she was sowhat unwilling to concede, "...it’s not just any USB drive you’re using to fool people."
Nathalie didn’t pay her any attention, but her eyes already betrayed impatience, dark pupils narrowing and lifting, a chill flashing through them.
Out of respect for Amadeus Yancey and Alfred Garland, she didn’t turn hostile.
At that mont, Brian Bonette approached, stepping past Phoebe Hoffman, and moved towards Nathalie, bowing his head with a pleasant attitude, "Nathalie, must be tired from such a long flight, right? Let’s go, I’ll take you back to The Ninth Institute first."
Nathalie pursed her lips, her deanor indifferent as she lifted her head and nodded, "Thanks for the trouble."
Brian Bonette smiled and replied courteously, "You’re here to treat Master Cadmus. If anything, we’re the ones troubling you."
Nathalie, with the fierceness in her eyes subdued, also smiled, wild and wicked, "Is that so? I’d thought I was here to create a scene."
Otherwise, why such a tension-filled atmosphere just to pick soone up?
"Of course, it is." Brian caught her implication, an intangible pressure enveloped Phoebe Hoffman, as he gave Phoebe a deep look, his smile gentle and refined, "I will make sure Ms. Quinlan gets an explanation for this. And thank you for taking care of Master Cadmus."
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