Ever since she sent the last email to Three, it seemed as if Three had disappeared, never replying to her.
Victoria Gibson held the mouse, looking at the email in front of her, and inexplicably began to feel nervous.
She hadn't told Three the truth, but instead concealed from him the source of the last virus...
Would he see through it?
Or had he already helped her crack it?
At the thought of the latter possibility, Victoria's mood became even more tense, her palms sweating slightly. She took a deep breath and opened the email.
[I can crack this program, but I won't help you.]
On the screen, a simple and straightforward sentence struck Victoria's eyes directly.
She was slightly stunned. Seeing that Three said he could crack it made her uncontrollably happy, like the long-awaited dawn finally appeared.
But the final unrelenting refusal immediately plunged her boiling emotions back into the depths.
Did Three see something?
