Sandra wore a faint look of embarrassment. “If I remove my code and you see who that person is, how will you punish them?”

Debra replied immediately, “Relieve them of their duties, recover the losses, and call the police.” The management had no ions—this was standard procedure.

Sandra nodded and said, “Alright, call the police now.” Debra found Sandra’s behavior odd, but she did not press the matter.

Standing just outside the crowd, Joey grew restless. “Mr. Cooper, I think I might know who this person is.”

Wesley watched Sandra’s composed face. A calm aura seemed to surround her. Because of Earl’s arrogance earlier, she had been shaken briefly, but apart from that incident she rarely showed such fluctuation. From a distance she looked like a pine tree standing quietly on a mountaintop.

“Mr. Cooper?” Joey waved his hand in front of Wesley’s face and snapped him back to the present. Wesley fixed him with a deadly glare. Joey recoiled, not daring to look at the young mistress again—one glance from Wesley felt like a threat to his life.

When silence returned, Wesley subconsciously rolled the beads on his wrist. That same tranquility seemed to flow from the beads, and his gaze softened.

At that moment, Sandra opened her computer screen. “Everyone, gather around.”

Debra approached, watching as Sandra’s fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard. The computer’s firewall transformed into streams of code, flickering across the screen. Then, the dark screen suddenly brightened, as if someone were wiping away the darkness. With each sweep, more of the screen was revealed.

“There we go!” Sandra said triumphantly.

The first thing to appear was a long hair. “A woman?” one of the executives questioned.

“When did our company acquire such a formidable female technician?” another murmured.

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Debra, observing the hairstyle, felt an unsettling hunch growing inside her. She wanted to stop Sandra, but it was too late.

The person’s forehead became visible next, followed by the eyes, the nose, and the cheeks. The executives watched the screen intently, their eyes glued to it.

They seemed to recognize the face, but no one dared speak, their anxiety palpable. The whole technical department fell silent. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the full reveal.

But the loading icon seemed to mock their impatience, moving even slower than before. Just as the tension became unbearable, the image finally emerged fully.

It was Angela.

Angela’s face appeared on the screen, contorted with a maniacal grin.

Just then, the police arrived. Sandra stood and spoke with practiced eloquence. Because this involved internal corporate matters, the officers deferred to management—the company’s version of events could determine whether Angela might be exonerated. If Debra had chosen not to press the issue, there might have been room for leniency.

Sandra addressed them calmly. “Even though she stole the keys, without my final fingerprint verification she couldn’t access our internal systems. There was no real damage, so I intentionally obscured her appearance. I did not want to escalate the matter.” Her face softened with a trace of sorrow.

Debra staggered, nearly unable to stand, and was promptly supported by her assistant. “Officer, please join us in the office for discussion,” Debra managed. The officer nodded. Debra summoned her strength and left the technical department, followed in silence by the executives; their intent was clear—this needed to be resolved today.

Sandra watched them go with a quiet amusement. After her previous confrontation with Angela she had expected retaliation, though she had never suspected Angela would be capable of hacking. Once she inspected the system, she recognized the intruder’s decent but ultimately inferior skills. Identifying Angela as the culprit, Sandra felt her plan for the day fall into place.

She deliberately kept Angela’s face hidden from view, waiting for Debra’s arrival. Sandra wanted to force Debra into publicly suggesting a punishment for Angela. She even made sure the police were called.

If they wanted to plan against her, they should be prepared for the consequences.

Once the crowd dispersed, Joey noticed Sandra glancing over and waved to her. Sandra paid him no attention. Instead, she focused on Wesley, who was leaning against the railing. His expression was calm, his eyes shimmering with a soft light, as though the sun itself had been captured and embedded in his gaze.

Despite the distance between them, the warmth emanating from him was undeniable. Sandra couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

Joey chuckled. “You lovebirds.”

Wesley finally snapped out of his reverie, a rare occurrence indeed. His thoughts had wandered to a time when he was abroad. However, as he pulled himself out of the moment, his demeanor shifted back to its usual coldness. With an icy expression, he walked away with Joey.

Sandra couldn’t help but think, What kind of person is he? Bizarre.

She glanced at the clock, noting that the timing was perfect. After briefing her colleague about the work, she left the company. She was headed to deliver the antidote to Rebecca and to check on her father.

When she arrived at Rebecca’s small house, Sandra frowned. “How can you live in a place like this?”

Rebecca, however, seemed content. “It’s good enough. It’s on the upper level, not a basement.”

Sandra administered the antidote and said, “All my doctoral students are allocated housing.”

Rebecca could hardly believe her ears. “What?”

Sandra replied, “The housing is located near the hospital. The area can be a bit noisy, but I hope you won’t mind.”

Rebecca, overwhelmed with gratitude, could only cry.

“You’ve been exceedingly kind to me,” she said.

Sandra, maintaining her composed demeanor, responded, “I hope you can settle your affairs within a month. My experiment requires you to take charge as soon as possible.”

Rebecca sat up straight, her thoughts shifting. “What about the person who poisoned me? Are we going to confront her?”

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