?Chapter 119:


    Katelyn’s smile froze momentarily on her face. “A meeting with TS?” she thought, bewildered by the impossibility.


    How could Vincent request this suddenly?


    Hadn’t he already known that TS had nothing to do with this cyber-attack?


    Vincent’s gaze was intense as he looked at her, his eyes deep with unspoken thoughts.


    “Is this request too challenging?” he inquired.


    Katelyn, gathering herposure, responded, “I can’t confirm the authenticity of my friend’s im. TS is known for his elusiveness. Convincing him to meet might not even be feasible.”


    She then posed a question to Vincent, feigning curiosity.


    “Why this sudden interest in meeting him? Haven’t we already established that he wasn’t involved?”


    Vincent moved towards the window, his reflection mirroring his cold demeanor.


    “TS’s talent is rare. Missing this opportunity would be a significant loss.”


    In an era marked by swift technological progress, TS was considered a valuable asset.


    Integrating him into thepany could lead to substantial advantages.


    Relieved, Katelyn replied mechanically, “I’ll contact my friend once I’m back. If his story holds, I’ll ask him to convey your invitation to TS.”


    Vincent curtly acknowledged, “Alright.”


    Jaxen, unable to contain his enthusiasm, chimed in, “If you do get to meet TS, could I possibly join you? Meeting my idol in person would be incredible, and perhaps he might even consider me for an apprenticeship.”


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    Katelyn regarded Jaxen, her expressionplex, as she pondered his request.


    The idea that she could evoke such admiration was both strange and unfamiliar to her.


    Considering Jaxen’s admiration for TS, she shuddered at the thought of what might happen if her true identity were revealed.


    She quickly dismissed the thought, rubbing her arms to dispel the unease.


    Jaxen’sputer screen began to shift suddenly, his eyes lighting up with excitement.


    “‘TS is making a move.”


    This announcement immediately drew Katelyn’s and Vincent’s attention. Both stared intently at the screen, now flooding withplex code.


    TS was remotely updating a new firewall for the Adams Group.


    Jaxen pulled up a chair and sat down to monitor the changes closely.


    Katelyn also settled herself nearby, opening herptop, which disyed a designyout, secretly masking a programming interface beneath.


    At that moment, Vincent was so focused on Jaxen’sputer screen that he didn’t notice what Katelyn was discreetly sending out.


    Vincent’s brow creased as he observed the swiftly changing code on the screen, though he was not particrly adept at programming. He ced his hand on Jaxen’s shoulder and posed a direct question. “Take a good look at this coding style. Can you confirm if this is really TS?”


    Katelyn straightened up, alert and ready. Hadn’t the recent call already cleared any lingering doubts in Vincent’s mind?


    Anyone else might have concluded that the caller was indeed TS.


    At that moment, Katelyn grew even more appreciative of Vincent’s sharp insight, which had propelled thepany into the global top hundred so swiftly.


    Alerted by the conversation, Jaxen examined a few lines and soon identified discrepancies.


    He pointed decisively to a specific line on the screen. “If this really is TS, his coding habits would be different!” This assertion caused Katelyn to shudder involuntarily.


    Had Jaxen analyzed her habits that thoroughly? Was he suggesting it wasn’t her based on subtle idiosyncrasies she herself might not even be aware of?


    “I believe someone is imitating TS’s coding style, much as I once did. Yet, true mastery eludes mere imitation. Such nuances are the unique signatures of a coder,” Jaxen borated.


    Vincent, his hand still in his pocket, looked thoughtful for a moment before his intense gaze turned to Katelyn, scrutinizing her response.


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