"Capable? She's just bluffing," Becky said decisively. "She even said she set up some kind of advanced protection mechanism—only an i***t would believe that."
Jonas thought for a moment and muttered, "Restoring a database isn't an easy task, especially one at a research institute's level. I don't recall Nadia knowing how to do this kind of thing."
His brow furrowed. He couldn't shake the feeling that things were slipping out of his control.
"I knew it! She's got some hidden agenda," Becky scoffed. "Jonas, you need to teach her a lesson for me."
The next day, something happened at the research institute.
One researcher's computer suddenly wouldn't turn on.
Becky quickly stepped up, offering her help. "Let me take a look."
"No thanks." The researcher stepped back, avoiding Becky's han
