?Chapter 112:
Vincent’s gaze was sharp and probing.
Under his watchful eyes, it felt as if no secret could remain hidden.
He had never looked at Katelyn in such a way before. She momentarily panicked but quickly regained herposure.
ncing at the letters disyed on the screen, Katelyn quickly came up with an excuse.
“I’m not familiar with TS, but a friend of mine might know something. I’ll reach out to him for help.”
Vincent caught the subtle shift in her demeanor.
He casually tapped his finger on the desk. The sound was not loud, but to Katelyn, it echoed like a heartbeat.
Vincent responded in a tone filled with implication.
“Okay. That sounds like a n.”
Katelyn said, “I need to leave now, Mr. Adams.”
“Mm-hmm,” Vincent merely gave her a detached look and didn’t invite her to stay, yet his gaze unnervingly rooted her in ce for a moment.
Without another word, Katelyn left his office briskly.
Half an hourter, she was back at her house.
After slipping into her slippers, she headed to the study and powered up herptop.
She needed to investigate on her own.
Her fingers danced across the keyboard, filling the room with the tter of keys.
The firewall protecting the Adams Group’s data was sophisticatedly encrypted. Aside from Katelyn, only top-ranked hackers could potentially breach it.
She mulled over who might be pretending to be her. This hacker wasn’t just targeting the Adams Group but seemed intent on framing her.
Katelyn quickly navigated through herptop and opened a peculiar software marked by a ck and red logo. Unbeknownst to anyone, she had created this tool, which facilitated information searches and elerated programming tasks.
As she continued inputting codes, a flurry of numbers and letters flooded across her screen.
With the hacker still targeting the Adams Group’s systems, she swiftly set up a new firewall to block the attack.
Vincent had once saved her life, and this was her way of repaying that debt.
The cyber battlested for an hour. After typing thestmand, Katelyn slumped back on the sofa, letting out a relieved sigh.
She had quickly set up a temporary firewall for the Adams Group. However, it was just a stopgap measure.
To enhance the security measures, she needed to visit the Adams Group to update their system.
For a corporation asrge as the Adams Group, crafting the necessary firewall codes was aplicated task. Even Katelyn would need several days toplete it. Thepany soon realized that the cyber attack had been sessfully thwarted.
Vincent, fixated on hisptop screen, analyzed the intertwining ck and red codes representing the ongoing cyber battle.
Clearly, the defender had won.
As the ck code receded and vanished, the initials “T” and “S” were briefly visible, marking their territory.
This wasn’t just a signature; it was more like a challenge.
Samuel, staring at theplicated codes, scratched his head, baffled.
“Mr. Adams, was that your backup? They’re far superior to our own IT team.”
Their IT staff had spent two hours and hadn’t evenid the groundwork for the firewall yet this mysterious defender had not only repelled the attacker but had also managed to upgrade the firewall.
“If we could get them on board to reprogram it, we might prevent such a crisis in the future,” Samuel suggested.
Vincent remained silent, recalling Katelyn’s earlier reaction.
His background in psychology helped him pick up on her subtle cues. He was convinced she knew more about TS than she let on. In fact, he suspected she might be TS herself. This suspicion was fueled by a glimpse of unusual software with a ck and red logo he had once seen on herptop in the past.
Katelyn had admitted to having some hacking skills, but she hadn’t borated.
She tended to keep a low profile, so Vincent doubted she would readily reveal her identity as TS to others.
Seeing his boss lost in thought, Samuel stopped talking.
Suddenly, the office door swung open. A man with scarlet hair and a golden stud earring strode in. Vincent and Samuel instinctively turned to look at him.
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