Chapter 1188: Chapter 1188

Chapter 1188:

The faint hum from the VR pod caught Amya’s attention.

She turned and saw that Allison, wasting no time, swiftly climbed out of the pod, turned to her computer, and began typing the address she had memorized.

“Amya, I need your assistance,” Allison said, her gaze still fixed on the screen.

Arnya nodded. “What’s the plan, Ms. Clarke?”

“Upgrade the firewall. I don’t want any vulnerabilities.”

“On it!”

Amya couldn’t guess Allison’s next move, but she sensed an unusual tension in her demeanor.

It seemed as though Allison was carrying immense pressure. At the same time, she appeared to be suppressing a storm of emotions. Whatever she was preparing for had to be important.

Amya booted up her system and dove into her task, while Allison’s attention remained glued to her mouse clicks.

As soon as the address loaded, the screen abruptly turned black, as though drenched in ink.

“The screen’s blacked out… Why?” A frown deepened on Allison’s face. Just as she wondered where to start troubleshooting, a distinctive website emerged on the screen. At its center, a single document was displayed.

Amya caught sight of it as well.

“Ms. Clarke,” Amya cautioned, “I don’t know where this address came from, but clicking that document might trigger a virus.”

Allison understood the risks all too well.

Yet her choices were limited — give up and lose the only lead, or proceed.

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 @ gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Clicking it was a gamble, as most documents on such sites often concealed traps.

Hacker’s World was inherently intricate — a haven for elaborate traps laid by hackers.

It was possible that someone impersonating her mother had orchestrated this trap, waiting for her to take the bait. Allison steadied herself, forcing calm into her thoughts.

“Real or fake, I need to verify this clue. I have to try.”

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she prepared herself.

“Monitor the network defenses. Act fast if anything looks off.” She had come too far to back down now. Trap or not, she was ready to face it.

Amya nodded briskly. “Got it. I’ll handle it.”

Network defense was her forte, so she concentrated on maintaining the system.

With a final glance at the screen, Allison moved the mouse.

Click.

When the document loaded, Allison noticed that it contained steganography — hidden information embedded in its binary code that demanded meticulous decoding.

Despite the complexity, a small sigh of relief escaped Allison.

“Looks like there’s definitely something hidden in this document.” Her fingers flew across the keyboard with practiced ease.

When prompted for a password, she remembered the lucky number her mother used to mention and typed it in as a trial. In an instant, the document’s contents unfolded before her.

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