Chapter 743
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At a single glance, Brenna identified the interface. It was password-gated, encrypted, and fortified with global-grade firewalls designed to keep even the best hackers out.
She was a bit surprised that Jade and Edward would place such significance on their financial security in Vanland, using such advanced anti-hacking measures.
“This won’t be a quick fix,” Brenna said calmly, grabbing the mouse and diving into the system with swift, practiced movements. Within seconds, she locked onto its vulnerability.
Clicking her way through layers of security, she worked with quiet focus. Meanwhile, Denis hovered nearby, clueless about her process and growing visibly agitated. “Can you move a little faster? Are you even capable of handling this?”
Not far away, Jordy observed Brenna without a word. Despite having worked with Brenna for over a year before, he had no idea she was a skilled hacker, and frankly, he didn’t believe it.
Of all those present, Isabella remained the most skeptical of Brenna. “Why is this taking so long?” she snapped. “Is this just your way of stalling because you can’t actually crack it?”
A sneer curved her lips as she crossed her arms. “You keep saying it takes time; what’s next? Stringing us along for days until we pay you up front?”
With a sharp glare, Brenna turned toward Isabella. “Shut up.”
Isabella rolled her eyes but finally fell silent.
Without further delay, Brenna calmly reached into her bag and pulled out her own laptop, setting it down on the table with purpose.
But Denis quickly moved in, pressing her lid closed before she could open it. “Use mine,” he said firmly. “My laptop is top-tier. It should be more than enough for this.”
He was worried Brenna might pull some tricks on him using her own laptop.
Brushing his hand aside without blinking, Brenna replied coolly, “Yours isn’t compatible with what I need. Mine’s custom-made, and it has tools yours doesn’t.”
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As Brenna turned on her laptop, Denis finally got a good look at it. Her laptop was on the bulky side, with an oversized display and a heavy build. He grumbled, “If you tamper with anything, I won’t let you off easily.”
Barely acknowledging his words, Brenna shot him a flat look before her hands began to fly across the keyboard.
Meanwhile, flickers danced across the homepage of the financial software on Denis’ laptop—it sputtered, blinked, and wavered as if under pressure. The shift didn’t go unnoticed.
“Alright, I’ll admit it—you’ve got some skills,” Denis said, watching the server begin to strain.
Isabella didn’t understand what this meant. To her, if the screen glitched, someone was breaking through. That was the extent of her technical insight. Jordy couldn’t help but be impressed by Brenna. “Didn’t expect that. Not bad.” Yet minutes ticked by, and despite the active code scrolling across Brenna’s laptop screen, the disruption on Denis’ laptop began to fade. Everything returned to normal.
Unfazed, Brenna kept her fingers moving across the keyboard with ease, her expression calm and unbothered, as though everything was unfolding exactly as planned.
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