The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102 The Great Escape

The moment the server ruptured, a massive data leak would erupt, leaving the admins completely overwhelmed and unable to track them down.

Finished

On top of that, countless rogue hackers were constantly circling the network, waiting for a single crack to tear it to shreds.

They certainly weren’t the only ones looking to take a piece out of this syndicate.

A massive explosion would give them the perfect smoke screen to disappear into the shadows.

The scattered data streams would throw the trackers completely off their scent.

“Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!”

The entire room showered Ethan with enthusiastic thumbs–up.

He wasn’t the commander of an elite special forces unit for nothing.

The man’s strategic vision was unmatched.

With that settled, they decided to throw a massive bone to the global hacking community.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the tech team triggered a terminal overload right in the face of the encroaching counter–measures.

The offshore system administrators didn’t even know what hit them before a roaring wall of corrupted data smashed right into their screens.

The offshore admins stared at their monitors in absolute shock, their jaws dropping to the floor.

“What the h*ll?!

“What the hell are you doing?!

“You just blow things up without a single warning?!

“I mean, that script was incredibly stealthy; if you hadn’t been aggressively pillaging our drives, we wouldn’t have even noticed you, and now you just pull a suicide attack?!

“This is insane!

“You think having elite coding skills gives you the right to run wild?!”

The syndicate’s entire technical staff was left completely dazed by the blast.

They had zero clue that Ethan’s team didn’t actually possess god–tier skills; the program belonged to Isabella, and since the firewall was adapting, they simply had no way back in.

Since they were facing a permanent lockout, throwing a final, chaotic temper tantrum was a no–brainer.

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Chapter 102 The Great Escape

If they actually had the skill to back it up, they wouldn’t have needed a kamikaze run.

Who were they kidding

Give them half a chance, and they would have quietly emptied the vaults like mice in a granary.

“Lock us out?!

“You gotta be kidding me!”

Ethan’s crew disconnected on the spot, leaving the offshore admins tearing their hair out as they desperately tried to contain the firestorm.

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Sensing blood in the water, the global network of watching hackers swarmed in a matter of seconds to join the feast.

Consequently, by the time Isabella woke up, she found a furious emergency announcement on the syndicate’s landing page, stating they had suffered a catastrophic cyber–attack with severe data leakage and were shutting down for immediate maintenance.

Isabella raised an eyebrow in mild amusement as she scrolled through the news.

She ran a quick diagnostic trace to see what went down last night, and her lips twitched into a smirk.

Fair enough.

Talk about a brilliant recycling of resources.

After all, she had thrown that utility script together on a total whim.

Its only purpose was to help Ethan verify the origin of her data drop, so she hadn’t put much thought or serious tech into it.

The code was hardwired to self–destruct and become obsolete within twelve hours anyway.

Because of that expiration date, Ethan’s scorched–earth stunt actually squeezed the absolute maximum value out of it.

Satisfied with the outcome, she swiped the browser window closed.

Powering down her device, she freshened up and headed down to the ground floor.

Down in the dining room, Brett, Margaret, and Arthur were already gathered around the breakfast table.

Eugene was nowhere to be seen.

“Morning, Bella!” Margaret called out with a bright smile.

“Oh sweetie, I really wanted to slip into your room for a girls‘ night last night.

“But your Uncle Arthur insisted I’d only keep you up, saying you went through a terrifying ordeal and needed a good night’s rest.

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Chapter 102 The Great Escape

“How did you sleep, hun? Did you get some solid rest?”

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She swept a worried gazeover Isabella, inspecting her face closely; finding zero signs of dark circles under her eyes, she let out a quiet sigh of relief.

A good night’s sleep was exactly what the doctor ordered.

“I slept like a log, Margaret. Don’t worry about me,” Isabella replied with a faint nod.

“And thank you for looking out for me, Arthur.”

She politely greeted both Arthur and Margaret in turn.

Brett had already slid over to her side, pushing his plate of sunny–side–up eggs and a glass of milk right in front of her, “Eat up, Isabella.

“You want some eggs?

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