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    Breathing heavily, Jaxen Lawrence entered Vincent’s office and ced hisptop on the desk.

    “Vincent! You mentioned yourpany was under attack, right? I’m here to help sort it out now.”

    He had been enjoying a yacht party with a group of lovely women when Vincent’s call interrupted him.

    Without hesitation, he left the party behind and hurried back as quickly as possible.

    Opening hisptop, Jaxen nced at Vincent, who remained motionless, and expressed his concern. “Why are you just sitting there? What if ourpany’s confidential information gets leaked? We need to act fast!”

    Vincent, stone-faced, turned hisptop around to show Jaxen. “You’re toote,” he simply said.

    A defender had quickly set up a temporary firewall, granting them a bit more time. Now, all that remained was for the IT department to strengthen their firewall.

    Eyes wide, Jaxen scanned the codes on the screen and cursed under his breath. “Damn it! If the issue was already handled, why wasn’t I informed sooner? Do you realize how many pretty girls I’ve left behind to rush back here?”

    “Not concerned with your social sacrifices,” Vincent replied. “You owe me for this inconvenience.”

    Jaxen sank into the sofa with a look of regret over his interrupted escapade.

    Vincent approached him, his presence overpowering. Jaxen quaked slightly and quickly adopted a more pleasing demeanor.

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    “I was just joking. There’s no need for you topensate me. Could you stop staring? It’s making my skin crawl.”

    Vincent, pondering, pointed at theptop screen. “I once mentioned that each hacker has a distinct coding style, almost like a personal signature. Can you identify who might be behind this by their coding style?”

    Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Jaxen immediately dropped his jovial facade, took on a serious expression, and began scrutinizing the programming codes with intensity.

    After a moment, he burst out, “Oh my God! That’s TS’s coding style. He’s back in action? Howe I haven’t heard anything about this?”

    Vincent’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Are you certain there’s no mistake?” he questioned.

    Jaxen gestured dismissively and asserted confidently, “I may not be familiar with other hackers, but TS has been my inspiration for years. I’ve dreamt of studying under him if given the opportunity.”

    While pointing to the end of the code, Jaxen let out a sigh. “I needn’t consider others. This coding style is unmistakably TS’s. Only he could code like he’s painting a masterpiece.”

    Should TS have any admirers, Jaxen would undoubtedly be the most devoted among them. He had been a follower of TS for years. Sadly, TS remained an enigma, with Jaxen knowing very little about him.

    A flicker of sadness passed through Jaxen’s eyes, but he was quickly struck by a realization.

    His eyes gleamed as he looked over the code. “Vincent, how did you manage to employ TS to enhance our firewall? Could you introduce me? Being his pupil would be a dreame true.”

    Samuel, overhearing their conversation, interjected with confusion, “Mr. Lawrence, is there an error? Wasn’t TS responsible for the attack? Why do you believe he assisted in setting up the firewall?”

    With a flick of his tongue, Jaxen casually exined, “The true intruder aimed to pin the me on TS. Clearly, theyck TS’s finesse. They’re merely a feeble copycat.”

    Vincent continued tapping on the desk, yet the grave look in his eyes began to wane.

    It seemed his suspicion was right. This issue likely involved Katelyn.

    At the same time, Katelyn had slipped into a snug leather jacket and was now speeding across the sea bridge on her heavy motorcycle.

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