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 in

Carlos and asked, "Dad, don't you think it's too

to the IT department. The hacker that confessed is quite famous online. Only one person had the skills to track him down-Star Anise." The mere mention of the

named Star

out of a billion

T?' Who is he? Did Star

both virtual celebrities. This Mister T got his start designing weapons for real. He had a following on the black market, and

you found him? The

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 worth

of the matter, Evelyn nodded. "Dad, can you get in touch with

call him! He can

is becoming more and

jewelry store

none of the employees dared to leave because the

pair of gloves, Calvert took out a quality pendant from inside the counter, placed 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

minutes later, Calvert left the

door of his car. A man sitting in the passenger seat startled him. When he recovered enough to take a

and pointed to the sunroof. Calvert looked up at the car and smacked his forehead in frustration. He forgot to close the sunroof. "What do you want now?" he asked coldly. "Can we talk?" Sheffield was quite

Because if it is, you need to just shut

could be, Sheffield quickly took a syringe out of his pocket and jammed it into Calvert's neck

raised his hand, trying to push the doctor away. But Sheffield was faster; he stomped on his right foot while fending off his attack with one