Chapter 1013
But right now, standing on that stage, rejecting the most powerful men in the industry without a second thought, she was a goddess.
The VIPs that elite families spent millions trying to network with were nothing but annoyances to her.
It was an effortless, bone-deep arrogance.
She was brilliant, radiant, and suddenly entirely out of his reach.
Adrian stared at Serena, his grip tightening on the armrest until his knuckles turned white.
“Serena p>
A dark, overwhelming obsession took root in his mind.
The cheers in the arena showed no signs of stopping.
The VIPs continued to sing her praises, throwing out massive offers.
Bianca felt like she was going to pass out from the sheer humiliation.
She had plotted to destroy this team of nobodies, only to turn herself into the ultimate laughingstock while catapulting Serena to superstardom.
Were all these experts blind?
How could a girl from the slums be this talented?
Bianca glared at Serena, wishing her hateful stare could physically tear the girl apart.
If she weren’t terrified of offending the judges, she would have called her brother to force a private audit of Serena’s terminal.
Perhaps feeling the venomous glare, Serena slowly shifted her gaze toward Bianca.
She raised her hand and tapped her knuckles against the desk.
Thump. Thump.
The dull sound cut through the noise, instantly silencing the frantic VIPs.
The sheer dominance radiating from the young woman was absolute, forcing everyone in the vicinity to naturally submit to her rhythm.
Serena leaned back, her dark eyes locking onto Bianca’s twisted expression. “Cheating, you say p>
Serena’s lips curved into a sharp,, mocking smile. “Since Miss Doyle is such a fierce advocate for rules and fairness, why don’t we review what happened in the first ten minutes of the match p>
Bianca’s heart skipped a beat, the color draining from her face. She tried to maintain her defiant posture, but her panic was visible. “Ringing a bell?” Serena chuckled softly. “Let’s settle the score.” Her fingers flew across the keyboard for a brief second.
The massive stadium screens flickered.
The leaderboard vanished, replaced by a black terminal log.
Endless lines of code cascaded down the screen before freezing on a block of glowing red text.
Serena hit Enter, locking the frame.
“This is the virus that automatically
executed the moment my
teammates booted up their
machines,” Serena announced,
voice calm but cutting through the
silence like a blade.
“As you can see, this data log tracks the network flow from the exact second the match started p>
“Our systems were hit by a targeted malicious attack p>
She gestured to the screen. “And the
source of this attack? Aer
registered as X 01. The t
W1
IP
was directly routed to our hardware p>
Serena’s predatory gaze pinned Bianca in place. “Miss Doyle, would you care to
share your terminal number with the audience p>