Chapter 11 The World’s Number One Hacker, X
After Isabelle finished ordering, she looked up to see Ethan staring at her instead of the menu. She turned her head and asked the waiter to bring an English menu for Ethan.
“No need.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!
The items on the menu were too expensive for Ethan.
Isabelle didn’t insist, and she handed the menu back to the waiter. “Just serve two portions with what I ordered.”
After the waiter left, Isabelle ced the newly purchasedptop on the table and opened it.
Dressed in expensive new clothes and shoes and sitting in afortable chair in front of a huge ss dining table under a beautiful chandelier, Ethan felt ufortable all over. He didn’t know what to do. Therefore, he started a conversation with Isabelle, “Have you eaten in ces like this before?”
“More or less.”
The ces she went to were either seven-star or private Fleoburg kitchens. This was her first time in a star hotel in a small ce like Norward City.
“So, the menu was in Fleoburgian, right? When did you learn Fleoburgian?”
“Self-taught to pass the time.”
Isabelle was busy with something. Ethan saw her hands dance on the keyboard. Her eyes filled with seriousness he had never seen before. She exuded a kind of indescribable, overbearing momentum.
Ethan curiously walked over.
When he saw herputer screen, he eximed in surprise, “What is this?”
The screen was
filled with data. As Isabelle’s fingers moved on the keyboard, the data seemed toe to life and jump quickly. This scene reminded Ethan of the powerful and mysterious hackers portrayed in dramas. He found it fascinating.
Blood Shadow was the ace of the world’s number-one assassin organisation. Meanwhile, she also had another identity that made her peers look up to her and made countless business tycoons and high- ranking officials both shocked and afraid-the world’s number one hacker, X.
In just a few minutes, Isabelle had created a security system, imnted a location tracker in herputer and phone, and set up a firewall.
Although Ethan thought it was amazing, he was ayman and couldn’t understand how powerful this bunch of data was.
Any professional would know that the standard of the security system she casually created was beyond the reach of many peers in the industry. It would fetch a sky-high price if sold to anypany in need.
Affer Isabelle finished, she saw Ethan staring at her screen without blinking. She raised an eyebrow and
1/5
asked, “Interested?”
Ethan stared at her nkly. After a while, he nodded stupidly and said, “Yeah.”
Perhaps every boy has a fascination with mysterious and powerful hackers.
“If you want to learn, I can teach you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
The waiter came in with the food cart.
Ethan looked at the unfamiliar food on the table, not knowing where to start. So he followed Isabelle’s example of using a knife and fork.
Isabelle noticed and asked the waiter for a spoon.
The waiter asked, “Do you want to decant the wine now?”
Isabelle had also ordered a bottle of red wine.
Isabelle confirmed, “Yes.”
After the wine was decanted, she asked, “Want some?”
Ethan shook his head. Isabelle held a wine ss, and her swirling motion was the same as that of aristocrats on TV.
Isabelle took a sip and then left it aside.
It didn’t seem to taste good.
As Ethan ate the food he had never tasted before, his eyes were on Isabelle. His thoughts were drifting Her face and voice were clearly his sister, he wondered why there was such a big difference.
Sitting at the dining table, Isabelle had an indescribable sense of nobleness and grace about her. Her temperament made people overlook her plump body. Ethan knew what was different, her sister had confidence and calmness that she didn’t have before.
When it was time to pay, Ethan was so shocked by the number the waiter quoted that he identally knocked over the spoon on the te.
How much?
12,000 dors?
Are they losing their mind?
Seeing Isabelle fork out her card to pay without second thought, Ethan hurriedly said, “Why is it so expensive? Is there a mistake?”
2/5
The food looked expensive, but he didn’t find it tasty. The hotel location was bustling, the ce was magnificent, the tableware was so exquisite that it exuded a sense of wealth, and the service was impable, but the price couldn’t be that outrageous could it?
Even though they had spent nearly 15,000 dors previously, those were brand-name clothes and shoes, which he could ept with a grit of his teeth.
But this food… Ethan couldn’t ept it.
He usually couldn’t bear to buy a pastry for over twenty cents, only willing to eat vegetables to save
money.
This price was enough to feed his family for three years.
This food wasn’t exactly a food, it was probably more expensive than gold.
“The foie gras and ck truffles in our hotel are air-freighted from France, and this red wine is from Lutril. Actually, it’s mainly this bottle of wine that’s expensive,” the waiter said with a smile as he tallied. up Ethan’s bill.
Ethan asked, “How much?”
7,500 dors.”
7,500 dors for a bottle of wine? Ethan gasped as he looked at the bottle of wine that Isabelle had only sipped once and never touched again. He recalled the cheap liquor his father drank every day.
Isabelle repeatedly shattered Ethan’s worldview in just one morning.
In his limited understanding, driving a car worth over ten thousand, living in a neighborhood with fountains, and wearing brand-name clothes worth hundreds were signs of wealth.
He finally realized at this point that wealth was not on the same level as luxury.
From the moment he left the hotel to the moment he got into a cab, Ethan was lost in thought. Suddenly, he remembered something.
Isabelle raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Ethan, who was stunned.
“It’s nothing,” Ethan said, shaking his head.
He appeared calm on the outside, but his heart was bleeding.
He remembered the foie gras and caviar that he had only eaten two bites of because he found the taste strange. He was dumbfounded when he heard the price and forgot to ask for a takeout!
If he had known how expensive the food was, he would have forced himself to swallow it..
And that bottle of red wine-just thinking about it made him breathless.
“This is such a waste,” Ethan couldn’t help but whine.
3/5
couldn’t quite understand Ethan’s dramatic reaction.
As for the bottle of wine just now, if it weren’t for the fact that she had other uses for her money, she would have found a bottle of wine of that price too astringent, even for mouthwash.
“Get ustomed to it already, Isabelle responded.
Ethan didn’t fullyprehend.
What did she imply? Would there be such rming expenditures in the future?
Their fatherboured at a construction site and had lunch there. Their mother worked in a factory and had lunch there..
La was probably out ying with her friends.
When the siblings arrived home, there was nobody there, so they each went to their respective rooms.
Isabelle took out her phone and dialed a number.
Shortly after, thergest traditional apothecary shop in Taragon City received a call.
The young apprentice who answered the call immediately went to the tea room to fetch Mr. Garth upon picking up the call.
Mr. Garth took the phone and was surprised upon hearing what the caller wanted.
“How did you know I had it? You sound like a teenage girl.”
“A friend rmended it.”
“Which friend?”
“I can’t disclose that at the moment. I’ll transfer the deposit to your ountter. I’lle to Taragon City to pick it up in two weeks. Perhaps then I can answer your question.” After reaching an agreement with the other party, Isabelle hung up the phone.
She then transferred 105,000 dors to the designated ount.
As the money was transferred out, her ount bnce returned to zero.
Isabelle didn’t dwell on the money. She wanted to rest, but she dreamt about her time being held captive in a dark undergroundboratory in Brookhaven.
The inhumane experiments, the organisation’s exploitation and deception, betrayal and abandonment, and finally the bomb she personally detonated.
La’s piercing voice woke Isabelle up