Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 105

The next day, Danielle and David boarded their private jets and returned home.

Usually, David had to work on the plane when he was on a business trip, so the signal on the plane was no worse than the signal on land.

He took out his computer and logged into the Black Web. This system was developed by Danielle. It was also because of this system that the Black Web developed so quickly.

This was a very large information bank. There were all kinds of information inside, including dead people, extinct animals, or all kinds of treasures.

In the Black Web, the access to information was determined by one’s identity level. The higher the level, the more privileges one had. However, Danielle didn’t need to worry about these restrictions. After all, she founded the Black Web, including this system. She wanted to check the butler’s information herself. Now that the enemy was in the dark and she was in the light, this feeling made her extremely unhappy.

Her fair fingers typed lines of code on the computer. Her speed was very fast, and the code on the computer screen quickly scrolled.

scrolling on the computer screen and the system Danielle

he went to the Black Web’s office to pick her up. It seemed that her status in the Black

to Knight’s. If she’s Knight, wouldn’t she be the

David’s thoughts, she might give him a thumbs up.

on her computer. After a quick glance, she found little useful information, but she did come across

assassin exactly, and knowing what he looked like was

my god! Is this the Black Web’s system? Why does the operation of these codes look so familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere before." In the quiet cabin, Patrick appeared behind Danielle and said in

then did she realize that there was a group of people surrounding her. "Why are you guys looking

good. My computer skills are also quite good. Do you want to compete?" Patrick’s eyes shone

for trouble." Taylor was aware of Danielle’s identity.

Other than Mr. Charrington, I have

joke. Other than losing to Mr. Charrington, I have yet to find an