The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 998: Chapter 998: Nathalie’s computer plays well at level 6

It wasn’t long before Alfred Garland came back with a laptop and handed it to Nathalie Quinlan: ”Ms. Quinlan, do you think this laptop is good enough? I borrowed it from the doctor next door, he uses it for his office work.”

”Let me take a look.” Nathalie Quinlan took the silver laptop from his hand, feeling its significant weight, which generally suggests average specs for a heavy laptop.

She had a playful look in her eyes and didn’t pay much attention, holding the laptop as she walked to a place where she could sit down.

Power on, connect to the internet.

Nathalie Quinlan was proficient in her movements, executing them in one fluid motion, followed by checking the computer’s specifications.

Alfred Garland had already stated that the laptop was an office item, and those who are knowledgeable about office laptops know that as long as you can connect to the internet, it’s sufficient.

The computer’s desktop was clean and tidy, with only a browser icon and a few neatly organized folders of papers.

She glanced over the computer’s desktop, maneuvering the mouse and clicking into ”My Computer.”

There were the relevant configuration details.

Despite having braced herself, Nathalie Quinlan’s mouth twitched when she saw the specs of the laptop Alfred had procured for her.

”How is it, Ms. Quilan?” Alfred Garland stood beside her, anxiously asking: ”That doctor said he hasn’t used this computer for a long time, is it not working? If it’s not, I can find another one.”

Nathalie Quinlan casually downloaded a system cleaner, started to deeply clean and disinfect the laptop, and while looking up with her hand on the brim of her hat, she pulled it off with an arrogant jerk: ”No need. It’s barely adequate, give me three minutes to finish the virus scan.”

Amadeus Yancey had never worried about Nathalie Quinlan’s computer skills.

The sun of the Red Alliance, tracing a post Ghania Quinlan made behind the scenes was just a matter of lifting a finger.

Sure enough.

Three minutes later, the laptop that Alfred had found was much faster on the internet after Nathalie’s modifications, not wasting any time.

Her hands fluttered over the keyboard, her knuckles firm and rhythmic.

In less than ten minutes, she had already recovered the post that Nancy Sullivan deleted from McKinney’s No. 1 Middle School website.

Knowing Ghania Quinlan’s stubborn character who wouldn’t give up even when cornered, she decisively also tracked down the IP address of the person who had posted behind the scenes.

”Done.”

*

Throughout this process, Myles Sullivan, Ivy Wilmar and others had their hearts hanging in the air, a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

Especially when Myles Sullivan saw Nathalie’s familiar movements on the computer, her demeanor comparable to a top hacker, his already tense back grew even tighter, a hint of uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

Some time ago, the Hoffman Family had fallen.

Phoebe Hoffman was sent to prison.

The Hoffman Family fell overnight, and even Lincoln Hoffman, who had been prominent in Beijing for a decade, became a marginalized figure, still living humbly to this day.

With such a significant event happening in Beijing, he definitely had to dig into the underlying details.

At the time, Myles Sullivan sought out many contacts, but in the end, he only got a few fragmented clues from a few related personnel—Phoebe Hoffman was causing trouble at The Ninth Institute, nearly ruining an important scientific research conference there! Thanks to a girl’s intervention, a disaster was averted, otherwise, The Ninth Institute would have suffered immense embarrassment because of Phoebe Hoffman.

He had heard descriptions of that girl, saying she was young but her hacker skills were even sharper than Phoebe Hoffman’s.

This posture of Nathalie Quinlan...

Myles Sullivan restrained the sharpness in his eyes, his brow furrowed in irritation, and he remembered what Ivy Wilmar had just mentioned, saying that the audio clip Nathalie Quinlan played for Master Steven on the phone sounded like a piece by Lighten Chaser that she had heard online some time ago.