After seeing the transfer notification, she continued cracking the code.
She seemed to have… ignored the man next to her.
Even Gareth was surprised that he could interact with Elisa so casually.
He recalled every other time he interacted with her. They could never sit down and speak to each other peacefully.
And now, even if they didn’t say anything, they were quite calm.
As for Wickam Group’s IT department…
Everyone was stupefied.
The jaw of the rough, burly man was about to drop. “D*mn it! They’ve reached the eighteenth level. Why isn’t Mr. Wickam letting us fight back?”
The man with the gold-framed glasses was also dumbfounded but said, “Mr. Wickam has stopped interfering and instructed us to ignore it. Maybe he has his reasons for it.”
Everyone stared at their computer screens. “Which one of The Three Musketeers is doing this? It’s frightening!”
“Perhaps… Mr. Wickam doesn’t plan to stop them. Maybe they’ve reached some sort of agreement. Since Mr. Wickam instructed us not to stop them, let’s not do anything.”
Everyone was silent and didn’t say anything.
…
At Benett Residence, Rose had been unable to wholeheartedly keep Linda company at the hospital because of Norman. There was an endless worry in her heart.
Seeing Norman show her the proof, Rose was stupefied all of a sudden. “All these…”
She couldn’t help but reach out to hold Norman’s cell phone, but…
Norman pulled it away. “Just look at it.”
Rose’s brows furrowed tightly, and she thought that something wasn’t right, but she stared straight at the cell phone as though afraid to miss anything.
When Norman showed her everything, Rose hadn’t come to her senses.
He snorted coldly. “What do you think? You’ve seen it for yourself.”
Rose took a slight breath in. She shook her head subconsciously. “They breached the nineteenth level so easily? Do you think Gareth is a fool?”
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