Under the heiress facade

Hera took a deep breath. "Let's start."

Bernard was excited. Did this mean that Hera was accepting his identity? He recalled she had always been the one to initiate the attacks before. "After you."

Hera didn't hesitate and began to type. The clattering of the keyboard flooded the office.

Her eyes darted back and forth between the rapidly changing windows and lines of code on the screen in a daze. She remembered how they had once studied basic computer programming languages together, and now they were competing against each other. What surprised her the most was that Bernard, who had pretended to be pitiful, claiming he was struggling at the Killians and needed to fend for himself, was actually the Grandmaster of Astral Nova, a figure feared even by the four influential families! Hera's moment of distraction led to a code error, but Bernard ignored it and skillfully avoided it.

She frowned and reminded him, "Pay attention, and don't go easy on me!"

Bernard smiled. Hera was better than he had expected. She even sensed he was going easy on her.

"If you don't take it seriously, I won't feel any satisfaction if I win." He smirked.

Hera's temple throbbed. She hadn't expected Bernard to be such a jerk. He had been pretending all along! She even wondered if she truly knew him.

Hera forced

help but marvel at her learning ability. The flaws she had shown in their last match were gone, and she had even learned some of his techniques and updated her methods to handle the viruses

ceased to surprise him. He

was locked in and immersed herself in the

...

hours later, she

much better and slumped against the office chair, glancing at the couch

as well. He rubbed his sore neck and looked

and he

set

in her victory. Instead, she was filled with anger. She suddenly got up

her. "I lost. Please let me

I don't know you were going easy on me!" Hera pounced, grabbing the laptop from

her to catch