She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 667

Leaning against the window, Lucian took the call. He glanced across the way at Loyce's study. The curtains were half-drawn, but he could see the girl sitting at her desk, her attention fixed on several glowing monitors.

"They can't take it down?" he asked.

Quintin slurped his noodles. "Nope, I checked. The forum is wrapped in layers of encrypted deadbolts, and the architecture is seriously insane. Your average script kiddie isn't getting through that. Did you hire someone else to help you out?"

Lucian's gaze remained anchored on Loyce's window. "That's my girl," he said softly.

Who else would go to these lengths for him? No one but her. She was the only one who constantly, flawlessly surprised him.

Quintin choked on a noodle. "Oh, right! Man, her skills are sick, I completely forgot." He quickly grew serious. "But boss, if Ghost is the one knocking on the door, she might not be able to hold him off. She's incredibly talented, but Ghost is a monster. I'm not sure she can win a war of attrition against him."

"If you know that, then go help her."

"On it."

In her study, Loyce sat bathed in the glow of multiple screens, one of which monitored the forum's backend traffic and server logs in real-time.

Her slender fingers flew across the keyboard. She had anticipated they would hire outside help, so she had built a labyrinth of defenses—a mix of deceptive honeypots and aggressive logic bombs that would detonate upon intrusion.

After a period of dead silence, the data stream on her monitor registered a microscopic anomaly. It was like a wisp of smoke, silently attempting to bypass the outermost firewall's sentries.

*Here we go,* Loyce murmured, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

She didn't block it immediately. Instead, she deliberately left a seemingly overlooked backdoor open, playing the patient hunter waiting for the prey to step onto the trapdoor.

She wasn't underestimating her opponent. His entry method was incredibly unorthodox, exploiting structural flaws in the forum's foundation she hadn't considered.

Ghost bypassed her tripwires like a shadow, slipping into the mid-level sector. He didn't rush the core server; instead, he acted like a parasite, replicating and weaving himself into the code to seize partial admin rights before collapsing the system from the inside.

When Loyce realized what he was doing, her pupils contracted. Her focus sharpened to a razor's edge, and her fingers blurred over the keys.

She ruthlessly severed the compromised pathways and detonated her interference protocols. Thousands of phantom admin accounts and junk data flooded the server like a massive smokescreen, blinding his sensors.

For a moment, data packets traded fire like machine guns. Firewall alarms shrieked across her logs, only to be instantly suppressed by higher-level overrides.

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