Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 40

**TITLE: Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**

**Chapter 40: Milk Kept Warm**

Wendy found herself in a whirlwind of thoughts, her mind echoing the same urgent mantra over and over. She needed to regain her composure, to stabilize the tempest of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

With a sense of urgency, she grasped George’s arm, her grip firm and unyielding. “George,” she said, her voice steady yet laced with intensity, “you must remember this. From this moment on, the instant Timothy’s car is spotted anywhere near the Walcons’ estate, you must notify me without delay! Do you understand?”

For years, she had harbored feelings for Timothy, a secret affection that had grown quietly alongside her.

But now, with Helen’s unexpected return, the dynamics had shifted, leaving her feeling vulnerable and uncertain.

Felix, Alexander, and Rebecca all seemed to be under Helen’s spell, enchanted by her presence, rallying around her as if she were the sun around which their worlds revolved.

Wendy felt a surge of determination. She had to secure her position with Timothy. If she could successfully marry into the Garcias, she would fortify her standing within the Walcotts, ensuring that this place—this sanctuary that had always felt like hers—would never slip from her grasp.

George met her gaze, his brow furrowing slightly as he felt the pressure of her grip. He gently extricated his arm from her hold, nodding with respect. “Yes, Ms. Wendy,” he replied, his tone earnest and compliant.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Helen stepped into her room adorned with delicate lace and soft pink hues, her expression remaining serene and unchanged.

She carefully placed the gift from Hector on her desk, a thoughtful gesture that she appreciated, before retrieving her specially modified laptop from her canvas bag.

With a practiced motion, she opened the device.

Her long, elegant fingers danced across the keyboard, setting the screen aglow as she accessed an encrypted channel. Almost instantly, a complex authorization verification interface materialized before her.

If anyone else had been present at that moment, they would have been taken aback by the sight of such a sophisticated interface, one that belonged to a core national research institution.

Helen’s fingers moved with an almost ethereal speed, creating a blur as she input a series of intricate commands. The screen transitioned into another terminal window, where lines of code cascaded down like a digital waterfall.

She didn’t falter, her fingers gliding over the keys with astonishing precision.

Before her, the screen fragmented into a multitude of complex code windows, dense lines of code leaping and dancing across the display.

Helen maintained her calm demeanor, her focus unwavering as she input command after command, segmenting and calling up templates with remarkable efficiency.

Not once did she pause, her mind sharp as she honed in on the interference source.

Finally, she halted, narrowing her bright, keen eyes in concentration.

The interference was cleverly disguised within the core service process template, its attack path deviously intricate.

Without pinpoint calculations, detection would be nearly impossible.

To manipulate the core service process template in such a way indicated involvement from someone deeply embedded within the project’s inner circle.

Helen’s cool gaze sharpened, locking onto the template with fierce determination.

The blue glow of the screen illuminated her delicate features, her expression unwavering as she orchestrated her digital symphony, as if she were the maestro of a grand performance.

Hector observed her for a few moments, captivated by her focus, before quietly exiting the room and gently closing the door behind him.

Time slipped away unnoticed as Helen immersed herself in her task, oblivious to the passage of minutes.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she completed the repair of a critical template.

With a sense of accomplishment, she noted that the damaged data flow on the screen had been temporarily stabilized and isolated. Leaning back in her chair, she allowed her long-tensed nerves to finally unwind.

Closing her eyes, she raised a hand to massage her aching brow, feeling the weight of her efforts.

Reaching for the cup of milk beside her, she took a sip, the warmth soothing some of her physical fatigue.

Suddenly, she froze, her eyes widening as she stared at the cup in her hand.

It had been kept at the perfect temperature, neither too hot nor too cold.

Realizing Hector must have ensured it was just right before leaving, a wave of warmth spread through her chest.

A smile crept onto her lips as she picked up the pastries, savoring them one by one, before finishing the entire cup of milk, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her.