Chapter <b>335 </b>


    <b>Chapter </b><b>335 </b>


    Delh paused for a moment. “What system?”


    “The surveince system, like security system,” Mirabe rified.


    <b>“</b><b>Oh</b>, right.” Delh nodded subconsciously, but quickly caught up with the conversation. “Ah, we’ve already got a top–notch security system installed at home.”


    Mirabe took a sip of her soup, which had cooled to just the right temperature, and then added, “No harm in having it double–checked.”


    Delh didn’t refuse the offer further. She figured they could just have the technician do a quick walk–through<b>, </b>considering their home was already equipped with thetest in surveince tech.


    After dinner, Mirabe ascended the staircase. Emmitt, who had been lost in thought throughout the meal, soon followed suit to the second floor.


    Mirabe had just settled down at her desk when a knock at the door broke her concentration. She raised an eyebrow and stood to answer it. Pulling open the door, she found Emmitt standing there. His handsome face wore aplex expression as he hesitated, “…”


    She cut him off with a cool gaze. “No need for apologies. I’m not bothered by it.”


    At her words, Emmitt felt a lump in his throat. His hand involuntarily clenched. He would have preferred a confrontation or even an usation from his sister. Indifference like hers was something one would expect from a stranger, not family.


    Her gaze was like a sharp knife, severing the ties between them. To her, he was just Emmitt, a brother by blood, and nothing more.


    After a painful silence, Emmitt managed, “Sorry, I had preconceptions. Whether you forgive me or not, I’ll ept it. Like you said, it’s not something you need to dwell on.”


    Mirabe simply hummed in response, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. ncing at her wristwatch, she added, “It’s gettingte. I have homework to do.”


    Emmitt, realizing the conversation was over, muttered another apology and walked away.


    Mirabe watched his retreating figure impassively before shutting her door. Returning to her desk, she booted up herptop and opened a document filled with code. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, entering a string of symbols that turned the screen ck. After a few moments, characters began to dance across the disy. asionally, she would pause to tweak the code.


    Three hourster, she encrypted the modified SOC system driver file, shut down herptop, and rebooted in safe mode.


    Within moments, a red exmation mark shed on the screen. “Intrusion failed<b>?</b><b>” </b>she mused. Her lips curled into a smirk.


    After a few seconds of thought, she opened anothermand prompt and tried <b>a </b>different approach. Minutester, she forcefully sent out the newly encrypted file. Once the transfer wasplete, she erased her tracks and powered down theptop.


    Rising from her chair, she grabbed a pair of pajamas from the wardrobe and headed for the bathroom. Shortly after, her phone on the desk began to buzz with iing messages incessantly.