True Love Waits

Carlos was trying to mollify his wife when Evelyn called. Debbie was still mad at him for what had happened at dinner. He said into the phone, "What's going on?" "I don't know. A hacker got into the documents for the bid of the Thundercloud project. How he busted the encryption I have no idea..." Evelyn said in a worried voice. "How could a hacker invade your computer so easily? Did you go to any dodgy sites? Anyone else use it?"

Evelyn hesitated for a while. No one had ever touched her laptop except Sheffield, but she couldn't tell Carlos that. So she lied, "No...I'm serious, Dad. I have no idea how a hacker could get in." "Don't worry. I'll figure something out. Go to the company early tomorrow and arrange a meeting to work on salvaging this."

"Okay, Dad."

As soon as he got home, Sheffield took out his laptop. He had installed a backdoor in Evelyn's own laptop. As long as she was online, he could get in.

He had also installed a security system on Evelyn's laptop earlier that evening. It was flawless, no bugs, but no matter how perfect the system was, there was always a weak point. Soon, he did it, finding his way into her computer easily, without using his backdoor. He got in with some fake login credentials, and her computer lay bare and open. Encrypted documents displayed normally, like the AES wasn't even there.

Then he clicked on the folder of design drawings in her computer. All the artwork was by a man named "Mister T."

Then he started to look for the hacker. Throughout the night, he used his network monitors and packet sniffers to find the guy.

The next afternoon, while Evelyn and the ZL Group's senior execs were racking their brains trying to find a solution, a hacker suddenly turned himself in. He admitted that someone had hired him to hack into Evelyn's computer and steal their design drawings. He had even sold the information to ZL Group's competitors. The hacker confessed to everything.

Adding to Evelyn's surprise, the weapon designer with the code name "Mister T" actively contacted several media outlets. He told the reporters he had applied for the copyrights of all the weapon design drawings recently, and he sold the rights to ZL Group. But he didn't expect the weapon designs to be stolen. He also claimed that all the weapon design drawings of the game developed by ZL Group were designed by him alone, and that he could release proof whenever necessary. In the end, Mister T hoped that nothing more would come of this. He didn't need legal entanglements.

This worried Evelyn even more. Had someone forced these guys to do this? And who was her unknown benefactor?

In order to find out the truth, she went to meet the hacker in person, but it was useless. The man only said it was his conscience that led him to confess. He wasn't threatened by anyone. Evelyn felt frustrated after her useless visit.

She wondered who the mysterious Mister T actually was. And why did the hacker turn himself in? These two questions became unsolved mysteries in her heart.

the CEO's office

Carlos and asked, "Dad,

had the skills to track him down-Star Anise."

named

him personally. But he screwed me out of a billion dollars. Maybe he feels guilty after having defrauded me out of that

"Dad, so what about the so-called 'Mister T?' Who is he? Did Star

Mister T got his start designing weapons for real. He had a following on the black market, and his designs fetched some pretty high prices.

that where you found him? The

The guy knows what he's doing, at least as far as design goes, so I asked the design department to secure the copyrights for some of his work." It was Carlos who had taken charge of the whole thing. After all, it was a deal

a hazy notion of the matter, Evelyn nodded. "Dad, can you get in touch

call him! He can

Dad is becoming more and more

jewelry store of

it was quitting time, none of the employees dared to leave because

it in a brocade box, and wrapped it. After that, he took off the gloves and looked at his watch. It was already past 10 p.m. "Sorry guys. You can go home now,"

minutes later, Calvert left the jewelry store with

man sitting in the passenger seat startled him. When he recovered enough to

in frustration. He forgot to close the sunroof. "What do you want now?" he asked coldly. "Can we talk?" Sheffield was quite busy these days. He had no chance to mess with Calvert until

need to just shut your mouth

as he could be, Sheffield quickly took a syringe out of his pocket and jammed it into

Sheffield was faster; he stomped on