Countless lines of scrolling, complex code, dazzlingly intricate formulas, and rapidly partitioning architectural diagrams filled the screen.
Even Julian, who had seen his fair share of high-stakes situations, felt his pupils contract. Behind his lenses, his gentle eyes reflected a sharp glint of astonishment.
As the heir to the Lancaster family, he was well-versed in various fields of data and algorithms.
But looking at the screen full of code before him, he realized its complexity was far beyond his scope of understanding.
He could only discern that she was performing some kind of high-level isolation and removal, as well as some sort of template repair.
This… was not something an ordinary IT engineer could do!
The blue light of the screen illuminated her delicate profile. Her expression was calm and focused, and her fingers flew across the keyboard as if she were in complete control of the situation.
Julian watched Serena for a few seconds before quietly leaving the room, gently closing the door behind him.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Serena finally finished repairing a critical template.
Seeing that the damaged data stream was now stabilized and isolated, she leaned back in her chair, the nerves that had been tense for so long finally relaxing a little.
She closed her eyes and raised a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose.
She then casually picked up the glass of milk beside her and took a sip. The warmth chased away some of her fatigue.
She paused for a moment, then opened her eyes and stared at the glass in her hand.
Someone had deliberately kept it warm for her.
No wonder the temperature was just right.
Remembering her brother's quiet departure, a strange warmth spread through her chest.
A faint smile touched her lips. She picked up the pastries, eating them one by one, and then finished the glass of milk.
Her energy replenished, she turned her gaze back to the screen and dove back into the fight.
***
Dawn broke.
Serena had finally completed the initial emergency repairs, stabilizing the current situation.
Her eyes showed a hint of fatigue, but she had no intention of resting.
She got up, went into the bathroom, and took a shower to wash away her exhaustion before stuffing her laptop into her canvas bag.
She immediately stood up, her face bright with an enthusiastic smile, and walked toward Serena, even reaching out to take the canvas bag from her shoulder. "Serena, are you going out too? Where are you headed? I happen to be on my way to see Mr. Harrison. Would you like to come along?"
She paused, then feigned a moment of realization and explained hastily, "Oh, you probably don't know who Mr. Harrison is. He's a pillar in our country's field of computer and systems engineering data security. He's a professor at the prestigious D University, a true national treasure."
She looked every bit the part of a kind older sister, patiently explaining things to her less worldly sibling.
Serena shifted slightly, avoiding Isabella's outstretched hand. Her voice was flat. "No, thank you."
Isabella's smile faltered for a second, but she quickly recovered, her expression becoming even more enthusiastic. "Mr. Harrison is truly brilliant. If you could learn even a little from him, it would be incredibly beneficial! Serena, how about… I talk to Mr. Harrison and ask him to let you audit one of his classes? Maybe after hearing him lecture, you'll be inspired to study."
Serena didn't break her stride, walking right past Isabella. Her voice was distant and indifferent. "No need. Just worry about yourself."
With that, she lifted her gaze to her family. "Grandpa, Dad, Mom, Julian, I have some unfinished business to attend to. I need to go out for a bit."
"Wait!" Catherine's heart ached for her. She quickly grabbed a thermal container and rushed over. "Serena, no matter how busy you are, you have to eat breakfast. Take this. I've already asked the driver to wait for you at the door."
The moment Catherine saw Serena come down with her canvas bag, she had immediately told a maid to get the container.
The thermal container felt heavy in her hands. Serena's long, dark lashes fluttered as she met her mother's worried eyes.
Warmth spread through her heart, and she slowly smiled. "Thanks, Mom."

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