Chapter 78: Chapter 78

Chapter 78:

“Sir?” Hamilton gasped, taken aback by Rhys’s swift approval.

Rhys squinted.

The woman’s cold demeanor and strategic poise were all too familiar.

Could it be…

But it seemed impossible.

He had just watched Harlee exit the auction house.

As Rhys contemplated, Hamilton retrieved the laptop.

Harlee, clad in black, took a seat, flipped open the laptop, and began typing swiftly.

Her calm expression indicated she was sure of her actions.

But it only took a couple of minutes before Rhys’ expression froze over.

“Think I’m clueless, do you?” Rhys uttered each word through clenched teeth, his voice thick with anger.

The group of hackers working on the defense network instantly began sweating, halting their tasks to stare at Harlee.

Shock widened their eyes the next second.

She was actively disabling the very defense system they had meticulously established!

“What’s happening? Why are you tearing down our defenses?”

The situation had escalated beyond anyone’s expectations.

Instantly, a dozen bodyguards formed a semicircle around Harlee, their guns trained on her head.

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Yet, Harlee’s face remained impassive.

Her fingers were poised gracefully, catching a glimmer of light on her polished nails.

She hovered her index finger above the Enter key for a moment before pressing it firmly.

As the monitors in the room flickered with a blur of blue code, they abruptly halted, their screens now awash with incomprehensible red characters.

The system’s final line of defense was decisively overrun, succumbing to a malicious virus that pilfered critical data relentlessly, rendering it irretrievable.

Harlee reclined in her swivel chair, smoothly rotating to face the threat, her legs elegantly crossed beneath her sleek black dress.

She fixed a bored gaze on the muzzle of the gun aimed directly at her, the epitome of indifference.

“Who sent you?” Rhys demanded, his voice as chilling as the grave.

Unperturbed, Harlee lightly drummed her fingers on the chair’s armrest, her demeanor relaxed.

With a casual air, she said to Rhys, who remained hidden in the shadows, “Impressive defenses, but oh-so predictable. It was only a matter of time before they fell.

Did you put them together yourself?”

Rhys, his lips tightly sealed, remained silent.

Even through a veil of darkness, he could sense the mockery in her gaze.

Hamilton, visibly seething with rage, felt the top-tier hacker he had painstakingly recruited was actually a spy for the competitors.

“Seize her! Lock her in the basement until she spills everything!” he barked, his voice echoing with fury as a dozen bodyguards advanced with a menacing air.

Suddenly, a flurry of blue codes cascaded across the computer screens surrounding the group, coalescing into the words, “Invasion Succeeded.”

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