The pale light from the screen cast an eerie glow on the angular face of Ethan Caldwell, highlighting the sharp, cold contours of his features. In stark contrast to the extreme tension displayed by Helen Lloyd, his expression remained entirely unchanged, not even showing the slightest furrow of a brow.
However, it was precisely this absolute, unwavering calmness that suffocated those around him. The temperature inside the room seemed to plummet below freezing. The profound silence of Ethan Caldwell in this moment resembled the eerie calm of the ocean right before a superstorm strikes.
Ethan Caldwell casually handed the tablet back to Helen Lloyd.
"Lock down the entire internal network." His voice was deep and steady, neither rushed nor slow, yet every single word dropped with an oppressive, heavy weight: "Elevate the security system to level one. Completely detach the central server from all subsidiary branches."
Helen Lloyd hastily nodded her head: "Yes, Boss."
