I'm The Fake Heiress? Time To Reveal My 100 Identities! Novel - Chapter 45

Chapter 45 When You Suck, Admit It ༥ ཊྛི 7% Finished "No need." Helen's eyes were cool and clear as they slowly lifted, finally giving Archie a proper look, her voice indifferent. "I don't need an idiot like you to serve me." "You!" Archie's expression darkened as he strode toward Helen, staring at her for a good while before suddenly sneering. "Young lady, do you have any idea what happens when you mess around in a place like this? Think just because you're holding a laptop and know how to do some coding that you're some kind of expert?

This isn't your college computer science club!" Helen didn't even lift an eyelid. Her eyes remained ice-cold as her fingers flew across the keyboard. "Mm, you're the expert. So expert that after all this time, the core template is still blaring alarms, hmm?" Her cool, detached tone made it even more mocking. Not only did it hit a nerve with Archie, but it also struck at the sore spot of all the researchers present who'd been working for over a dozen hours with barely any progress. Archie's face flushed bright red as he rebutted defensively. "What do you know?

The fact that someone could cause a national core research data crash shows how sophisticated and skilled their attack methods are. Our team has been working efficiently for 17 straight hours and still hasn't completely solved these problems. You ..." "Exactly." Helen didn't lift her eyes, her fingers hitting the confirm key on the keyboard as complex operating commands instantly scrolled across the screen. Only then did she lift her eyelids, her gaze cool. "When you suck, you should admit it." Several nearby young researchers couldn't hold back and snickered.

Archie was furious, his hands clenching, then he loosened them. He sneered. "If you're so capable, then you do it!" "I'm standing here ... " Helen's eyes scanned her screen, where the scrolling command data was rapidly interfacing with the control room's systems. "I'm here to fix the problem." He scoffed disdainfully. "Arrogant!" Helen lowered her head and spoke again. "Immediately sync the data and traces I need." At that moment, a gray-haired senior researcher hurried over.

His gaze swept between Helen and Timothy before setting on Helen, a barely perceptible hope in his expression, his tone grave. "Are you certain you can handle this?" Helen's voice was calm. "As long as everyone cooperates and follows instructions, it shouldn't be a problem." The senior researcher looked deeply at Helen, then glanced at the code jumping across her screen, moving so fast it was impossible to see what it actually was. All he could tell was that the girl's typing speed was getting faster and faster, as if she was running some kind of program.