Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1783

"Aside from this matter, you can propose any other condition, and I'll do my best to meet it," Orson replied diplomatically, refusing to concede to Chandler's demands.

Disrupting Chandler's role in the designer selection process was the only mission assigned to him by the organization, and he couldn't afford to back down.

"Then we have nothing more to discuss."

With that, Chandler returned to his computer, and the living room fell into an unsettling silence.

…

Meanwhile, Helen was absorbed in her research in the study upstairs.

Suddenly, a risk alert flashed on her screen. She clicked on it and realized someone was attempting to breach Destiny Corporation's internal network.

The hacker was highly skilled—within half a minute, they had breached three layers of security. Only two more layers separated them from accessing the company's most sensitive data.

Seizing the opportunity, Helen called her children over. "Linc, Nana, come here. I'm going to give you a real-world demonstration."

Lincoln and Sienna stood by her side, eyes wide with curiosity.

Helen quickly took control of the computer, and in less than two minutes, she upgraded the firewall and encrypted all critical data.

"Mommy, doesn't that mean the intruder still got in?" Sienna asked, pointing to the progress bar that indicated data was being accessed.

She was confused—shouldn't a successful hacker ensure their system was secure?

"Not quite," Helen explained. "The confidential data is already hidden. Letting them in now is like shooting fish in a barrel. By watching what they copy, we can figure out their intentions and avoid being on the defensive. Do you understand?"

"Why not just hack them back? That would solve everything," Lincoln said calmly.

"According to the competition rules, any designer's submission that isn't approved by me will be disqualified. The tide will turn, and soon enough, you'll be the one asking for my help. Let's see how long you can hold out."

With a satisfied smile, Orson turned and walked away.

Helen raised an eyebrow. She casually pulled out Chandler's phone and connected it to the real-time surveillance feed upstairs.

Chandler observed the screen, taking note of Georgia's smug expression. He let out a quiet chuckle before turning to Helen with a grin. "Ms. Amy, how about we join forces?"

"Chandler!" Helen blushed, both flustered and annoyed. "Can you stop acting like a hooligan in the middle of the day?"

Chandler gave her an innocent look. "I meant I want to learn from your expertise. What did you think I meant?"

Helen was caught off guard, her face reddening even more. "…Nothing."