The Unveiling of Sec Chapter 685: Solving a Three-Month Unsolved Problem in Just

Chapter 685: Chapter 685: Solving a Three-Month Unsolved Problem in Just Two Days_1

Phoebe Hoffman stood there until the soles of her feet tingled with numbness, growing increasingly impatient. In a low voice, she said, "You’ve been looking at it for so long. You should at least say something. What do you mean by not speaking?"

"Mr. Hoffman, it’s only been half an hour. Aren’t you being a bit too anxious?!" Alfred Garland said to her somewhat displeased.

Not just Alfred Garland, but even Wallace Radcliff, Brian Bote, and the others felt that Phoebe Hoffman was being too impatient and a bit mean-spirited.

They had spent months on this operating system’s programming and had not been able to crack it, so it was normal for Nathalie Quinlan to not have figured it out after just half an hour.

It was too much for her to be urging after just half an hour.

Phoebe Hoffman furrowed her brows and was about to retort when she caught a killing look.

Amadeus was warning her.

Her back stiffened, and she forcefully suppressed her impatience, holding her breath.

...

After about forty minutes, Nathalie Quinlan finally looked up under everyone’s gaze. Her eyes were cold and dry as she said indifferently, "I’ve taken a rough look at this code."

For some reason, Brian Bote felt a bit nervous. He straightened up and asked her, "Ms. Quinlan, what do you think?"

Nathalie Quinlan raised her eyelids to glance in his direction, then leaned back in the chair lazily and said, "It’s quite troublesome."

Quite troublesome?

Alfred Garland and Wallace Radcliff looked at each other. What kind of answer was that? Was it doable or not?

Brian Bote was taken aback and chuckled. He watched Nathalie Quinlan closely and asked the question that the two of them wanted to know: "Indeed, this thing is quite troublesome. Ms. Quinlan, do you have a solution?"

Phoebe Hoffman stood there with her arms crossed and a cold expression on her face. She narrowed her eyes, barely hiding her scornful smirk, and thought his question was redundant.

She had been standing there for an hour and from every angle, she did not believe that Nathalie Quinlan had a solution.

But who knew...

"I do have a method; I’ll need two days," the girl’s voice was slightly hoarse, very steady.

Phoebe Hoffman was suddenly unsettled and looked down from her vantage point at the person sitting there, half-asleep, and sneered, "Two days? You mean to say you can solve this programming problem in two days?"

What a joke?

She herself had spent three months on it without finding a solution!

This Nathalie Quinlan, even her bluffing should have some limits!

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t take her mocking tone to heart. She adjusted her hat brim, turned her head, and looked at the man on the hospital bed, then said slowly, "A day and a half would also work."

A day and a half would also work!

That was too arrogant!

Phoebe Hoffman couldn’t even maintain her mocking smile any longer.

She seriously suspected that Nathalie Quinlan was doing this on purpose, aiming to make a fool of her and embarrass her.

In fact, she thought too much. Nathalie Quinlan hadn’t paid her any mind, let alone noticed her expression. After thinking, she added more explanations, "The main reason is I have other things to do. Otherwise, if I focused on it, one day would be enough."

One day?!

Just a moment ago when she had said a day and a half, Phoebe Hoffman wanted to expose her boasting. But now, hearing her tell Amadeus Yancey she could get it done in a day, she couldn’t hold back any longer. In a low voice, she said, "Ms. Quinlan, are you sure you can solve this program’s source code problem in one day? Don’t be too confident. What if you can’t solve it?"

"Hmm? If it can’t be solved, then it can’t be solved," Nathalie Quinlan glanced at her lazily with dark eyes, without any intention of confronting her, just casually stating the candid truth, "After all, you haven’t been able to solve it either."

"..." There was nothing wrong with what she said; it was also a fact. The problem was, Phoebe Hoffman found it hard to accept. She felt a burning pain on her face, wanting to laugh, but her muscles were frozen, twitching severely as she clenched her fists.