Maeve declined Naomi's offer of help.
"No need. I'll look into this matter myself."
"Until the truth comes to light, the fewer people involved, the better. I don't want to drag innocent people down with me."
Saying that, she lowered her head and continued tapping away at her laptop keyboard.
Naomi asked, thoroughly confused, "What are you so busy with?"
From the moment she sat down until now, her hands hadn't stopped moving over the keys.
Maeve didn't even look up as she replied, "Decrypting an S-level encrypted chip."
Naomi looked surprised.
"Where did you get a chip like that?"
Maeve didn't hide it from her friend.
"It's from Lab C. I have to crack it as soon as possible."
"With this level of encryption, once someone tries to break it, a seventy-two-hour self-destruct sequence is triggered if it isn't solved in time."
That was exactly why Maeve was working overtime on her laptop while grabbing coffee with her best friend.
Worried about drawing unwanted attention, Naomi carefully lowered her voice.
"How many hours has it been since you started the decryption?"
Maeve glanced at the hands on her watch.
"I only have half an hour left."
Naomi gasped sharply.
"You only have half an hour left, and you still agreed to come out for coffee with me?"
Maeve was way too nonchalant about this.
Maeve just shrugged casually.
"Don't worry. Half an hour is more than enough time for me."
In Naomi's mind, it seemed like nothing could ever stump Maeve.
It was just decrypting an S-level chip, after all.
For a genius like Maeve, it should be a piece of cake!
Wait!
Naomi felt like something wasn't quite right.
If Maeve could really crack the chip's password that easily, she wouldn't have dragged it out until now without finding the answer.
Maeve's tone was incredibly calm, as if she were casually discussing the weather.
Naomi's attention was instantly captured by Maeve's words.
Following the direction of her finger, she indeed saw Anya in a heated altercation with another woman.
The woman was in a state of absolute frenzy, grabbing a fistful of Anya's hair and kicking her repeatedly.
Naomi knew exactly who Anya was.
She was Maeve's half-sister, a deeply manipulative girl with terrible character.
Because the cafe's glass was soundproofed, they couldn't hear what the people outside were arguing about.
Even so, with her extraordinary memory, Naomi recognized the woman at a single glance.
"I know her. She's the mother of the little girl who was supposedly rescued."
"Anya hyped herself up as an internet sensation a while ago, and even hinted on a talk show that Andres White was her boyfriend."
"She soaked up the spotlight and stirred up quite the storm."
In today's digital age, everyone loved a good piece of gossip, and Naomi was no exception.
When Anya's name first blew up online, she had even gone to Anya's social media accounts to try and expose her scheming.

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