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My Wife is a Hacker novel (Nicole)

Chapter 110
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Chapter 110

Snow was so apoplectic she lost her mind. Her biggest backer in school and at home was Harvey. Karen

had been pestering her every day about her progress with Harvey, saying that she must capture

Harvey’s heart, and that Dillon’s promotion relied on her.

Although she did not directly say no problem, but it was already almost at that stage. Karen had already

told everyone around her that, and all eyes were on her.

Plus, she had long let out news in school, hinting that both Harvey and her were an item, leaving no one

in doubt.

But now, Harvey was the one that ruined everything!

She sat on her princess bed, and when she thought of how things would end after Harvey leaves her,

she was so nervous that she gnawed her intricately manicured nails into pieces.

It was all because of Nicole Wallace! Be it the brothers of the Riddle family, or Austin Woods or Gary

Finley, all of them seemingly lost their minds when they see Nicole, and now Harvey too, after seeing her

just a couple of times, was acting strange.

Everything was Nicole’s fault!

Nicole Wallace, that wench, not only did she seduce Gary Finley, but she also laid her filthy hands on

Harvey. Despicable!

When she thought of this, a brutal glint appeared in her eyes.

She cannot just stand by and watch as Harvey leaves her!

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It was late at night and at this moment Gary was sitting inside the school’s Security Department,

watching the codes jumping out o n the screen before him.

After school, the manager of the Security Department gave him a call, saying that there was something

seemed strange with the monitoring system of the girl’s dormitory, yet they could not find out what it was.

Knowing that the Finley family was in charge of the school’s security, so the manager gave him a call and

asked to have a look. After all, Gary was a computer expert.

Gary’s fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard. He could sense that something was wrong, yet all of the

surveillance footage just appeared there quietly before him. The program he deployed did not detect any

issues, only at the end of the surveillance footage a day ago that he found a split-second blank airtime,

about 0.01 seconds.

When he saw this blank airtime, the look in his eyes gradually changed from contemplative to disbelief.

When he clicked on the very last moment of the footage and processed it using the highest efficiency

parser and slowing it down t o 250 times, the thing on the footage finally appeared before him.

Gary looked at the distorted letters from the excessive parsing, and a shocking gleam appeared in his

eyes.

When the manager saw his expression, he could not help but to poke his head over in curiosity.

Yet on the snow-white screen was a small line of Esperian in the lower right corner, as if a letter writer

leaving his signature on it.

“Just sing a song.”

The manager looked weirdly at the sentence and said rather speechlessly, “The hell is that? Gary, did

you managed to find out what it is?”

Gary looked at the sentence and suddenly remembering something as he was indescribably agitated! A

professional had infiltrated the school’s system!

But no one would understand if he blathered about it so he could only glance at the manager and closed

the interface, saying, “It’s fine. I’ve added another layer of protection in the security system. If someone

tries to break in, I’ll be able to monitor it on my end. Don’t worry.”

The manager nodded in confusion and then reacting as he looked at Gary’s departing silhouette and

shouted, “Hey, punk! You haven’t told me if you found anything or not!”

Gary did not even look back but waved his hand at the manager from a distance.

Seeing him like this, the manager knew that there was no problem, and he let out a curse. “That punk!”

Gary sat uneasy all the way back home and the driver asked in confusion. “Master Gary, what’s the

matter?”

Could there be nails on the seat?

Gary was very excited after getting hold of a secret and when he heard that he felt that the driver was

trying to pry into his secrets, so he gave the latter a glare. “Just focus on the road.”

The driver gave him a quizzical look and noticed that the traffic light had turned green, so he turned his

head around and drove.

After reaching the Finley family’s manor, Gary immediately rushed upstairs.

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Ryder Finley was holding a video conference and when he saw Gary in such a hurry, he quickly asked,

“Gary, what’s the matter?”

Gary’s voice then came from the second floor. “I’ve finally got my idol’s signature!”

Ridley shook his head helplessly as he asked his assistant to continue.

Inside his room, Gary tumed on his laptop again as he looked at the tiny words over and over again.

In the world of hackers, even the most novice of script kiddies knew that the Esperian word in black on

white background is the signature of the legend in the hacking world, Lucifer!

Gary excitedly looked at the page before him, and twenty seconds later, the page flickered as it was

automatically destroyed

A top-level hacker has his own pride. He would boldly declare that he had done this, but he would never

leave such an obvious clue to any computer that wanted to trace his details.

Gary looked at the gradually disappearing page but the smile on his lips grew wider.

He could almost be sure that Lucifer was a Royal Creek Institute student, and the person must have

used the computer in the institute to do this. This alone will allow him to trace Lucifer back.

It was just that there were over ten thousand people in the Royal Creek Institute, students and staff

included. Trying to find a person’s information without their personal characteristics is just too difficult.

Plus, why did Lucifer wanted to pull up the surveillance footage of Royal Creek Institute’s girls’

dormitory?

Gary could not figure out why was he doing this as he lay on his bed and pondered the matter.