CHAPTER 168: CHAPTER 168: SIS QI: GOING EASY, OLIVIA SONG’S PRIDE

In the dim room, a faint light flickered intermittently as a girl sat in front of a computer, her delicate face hidden in the darkness, revealing only a vague outline.

The entire room was quiet, even though the girl’s attractive hands were typing away on the keyboard, not a single sound could be heard.

Strings of green characters began to jump rapidly, and in a moment, the screen’s image abruptly changed, returning to normal from the wall of code.

The light from the computer was no longer dim, and the girl’s expression was fully revealed.

Her striking eyes carried a hint of laziness, the upturned tail of her eyes exuding a roguish air, the curve of her crimson lips flickering in and out of view, with a candy in her mouth.

Her entire demeanor conveyed a sense of nonchalance and unruliness.

Claire Green carelessly opened a folder and browsed through it casually; upon seeing the contents, a flash of coldness flickered in her eyes.

Until she had gone through all the encrypted files, she suddenly let out a laugh with indiscernible meaning.

"Quite a lot of people are tangled up with the Song Manor."

She methodically exported all the files and then took a stroll through all the other connections to Song Manor on Dane Song’s computer.

That calm and collected demeanor made it seem as if she was strolling through her own backyard garden.

After exporting everything, she didn’t bother to erase her browsing traces and instead left a wildly arrogant message.

Playing with the USB drive in her hand, Claire Green gave a wicked smile; from tomorrow, the hearts of those people would indeed be on edge.

Tsk, truly want to see that.

...

The next day.

Dane Song arrived at the company as usual, but as soon as he turned on the computer, he was stupefied, seeing the conspicuous words on the screen, he felt his blood freeze.

"Mr. Song, let’s play a game. Guess when the contents of your computer will be exposed. If you guess right, there’s a reward."

A moment passed.

Holding back the urge to smash the computer, he called the IT department, "What are you lot doing? Someone invaded my computer yesterday, and you didn’t even notice."

The IT team faced Dane Song’s displeasure as soon as they arrived.

Someone had hacked Mr. Song’s computer?

The person’s face changed instantly, cautiously speaking, "Mr. Song, may I take a look at your computer?"

He didn’t see any firewall breaches when he came in the morning, so how did they hack Mr. Song’s computer?

Walking over to Dane Song’s computer full of questions, upon seeing the words, cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.

So, that person repeatedly hacked into Mr. Song’s computer and now wanted Mr. Song to play a game with them. How audacious.

He quickly checked and was overjoyed to find the browsing traces weren’t erased, but as he attempted to backtrack them, he only saw thousands upon thousands of virtual IPs.

"How is it?"

Dane Song, pacing anxiously, couldn’t help but ask.

"Mr. Song, that hacker is very skilled, intentionally leaving their browsing traces because they’re sure we can’t find them. I just tried counter-hacking, but with the thousands of virtual IPs, it’s impossible to pinpoint."

After listening.

Dane Song’s face darkened, suppressing his anger, "So you’re saying I can only, what, play games with them?"

The man took two steps back, speaking tremulously, "You might try contacting the folks at M.K. They have some of the world’s best hackers, including J."

Suddenly recalling the last time the company was hacked, he couldn’t help wondering, is the Song Group doomed to have conflicts with hackers?

Otherwise, why are they targeting only the Song Group?

"Contact the people at M.K. No matter the cost, just find the person."

The man sighed inwardly at Dane Song’s exhausted expression, "Alright."

Once the office was empty, Dane Song collapsed weakly into his chair, fingers massaging his temples.

Who is that person?

What are their true motives?

Various doubts swirled in his mind.

Suddenly.

The phone rang incessantly. Seeing the name, he had an ominous feeling.

Sure enough.

As soon as he connected, a deep and hurried voice came through.

"Old Song, what do we do? My computer was hacked yesterday, and now they want me to play some sort of game."

Upon hearing this.

Dane Song was shocked, "You got it too?"

Too?

The person on the other end paused, quickly realizing, "So I’m not the only one."

"Yeah, who do you think it could be?"

They were always careful with their actions; no outsiders could possibly know. How could a hacker suddenly intrude into their computers? It’s abnormal.

The middle-aged man furrowed his brows in thought, many faces flashed through his mind, but he couldn’t be sure.

"There are many who want me out of the picture usually, but I can’t determine who exactly this time."

"Forget it, I’ve already asked someone to contact M.K. to resolve it. However, are you sure those ledgers are secured?"

Dane Song asked again uncertainly; he could sort out the computer issues, but if those items got exposed, everything would fall apart.

"Don’t worry, no one knows the location of those things."

Neither of them noticed something flashing at the bottom of their computer screens.

...

Class 6.

Claire Green was in-game with a few sods, including John Sinclair, mowing down opponents when an icon suddenly lit up. She slowly curved her lips and took down a player on the opposing rooftop with a shot.

"Sis Claire, let’s keep going!" John Sinclair said, a bit reluctantly, looking at his championship title overhead.

"Not playing anymore." Claire Green stood up and put her phone back in her pocket.

Seeing this.

John Sinclair, looking crestfallen, asked, "So where are you headed now?"

As soon as he finished speaking.

He saw the girl look back at him with a raised eyebrow, her red lips spouting the most ruthless of words.

"To take a leak, wanna come along?"

John Sinclair froze, the embarrassment settling in, wishing he could sew his mouth shut.

Looking at the girl, he stammered, "Uh... maybe... not... Sis Claire... you go on your own."

He quickly ducked his head like an ostrich, ignoring the laughter of the two people in the front row.

...

At the restroom, she casually picked a stall, accessed the received files on her phone, hearing the conversation between Dane Song and the other, echoing in the small space.

After listening, a wicked gleam shone in Claire Green’s eyes. In this day and age, still keeping ledgers.

Seems like it’s more grunt work.

She lazily walked out of the restroom, locking eyes with a person approaching her.

Tsk, quite the coincidence.

"Olivia, what are you doing here?"

Olivia Song seemed to have forgotten past grievances, looking gently at the girl.

"What’s one to do at a restroom besides taking a leak, or could it be that Campus Belle Song is here to," Claire Green quirked a sly smile, leaning whisperingly into her ear, "eat shit, quite the heavy taste."

Upon hearing.

Olivia Song’s face changed instantly, the mere look at the nearby stalls stirring her stomach, boiling up the urge to turn and flee.

"Don’t you think that’s disgusting?"

Olivia Song looked around, finding no one, decided to drop her facade, repressing the nauseous impulse, angrily glaring.

Claire Green chuckled lightly, "How could it be disgusting if it’s you who enjoys eating it."

"You..."

Olivia Song clenched her palm, unwilling to waste more words on this matter, shifted tactics, pridefully raising her head, full of smugness.

"My drama is about to air soon, then you’ll be trampled underfoot as I shine brilliantly."

Abruptly.

A sneer flickered in Claire Green’s eyes. Whether it’s brilliance or falling into the Abyss remains to be seen.

"Really, then let’s hope the peacock opening the screen gets its wish."