Chapter 624

Chapter 624

"Yeah, sure."

Blackwind's voice came through his mask, metallic and cold. "The logic bomb's set. In twenty minutes, Windsor Game Company's three years of work will be toast."

He smugly accepted the glass of red wine Gregory handed him. "Having me handle such a small task is overkill."

Gregory chuckled softly. "Don't get too cocky. Windsor Game Company has some top-tier talent. That Paxton guy won't be a walk in the park."

Blackwind scoffed. "Unless 'The Ghost' shows up personally, no one can crack my..." His words trailed off as he leaned forward, staring intently at the screen. "This can't be happening!"

Gregory immediately tensed. "What's wrong?"

"Someone's tracing me back." Blackwind's fingers flew over the keyboard, twice as fast as before. "And they're using 'The Ghost's' signature algorithm!"

Gregory's eyes widened. "What did you say? They found 'The Ghost'?"

Sweat beaded on Blackwind's forehead. "No, this feels different. The algorithm is 'The Ghost's,' but the attack pattern is off." He gasped. "They've already cracked the first layer of the logic bomb!"

Gregory jumped to his feet, his wine glass shattering on the floor, red wine splattering like blood. "Stop them! At any cost!"

In the Windsor Game Company's server room, the air was thick with tension.

Everyone held their breath, watching the four-year-old child perform what seemed like a miracle.

On the screen, red warning boxes disappeared one by one, and the system status gradually shifted from "critical" to "stable."

"The final layer of encryption," Gabriel murmured, his small hands hovering in the air as if he had hit a snag.

Zoey leaned down and whispered a few words in his ear.

No one heard what she said, but Gabriel's eyes lit up immediately.

His fingers danced over the keyboard, inputting an incredibly complex command.

"Done!" Gabriel suddenly announced, slapping the Enter key with his tiny hand.

The main screen cleared instantly, then displayed a line of green text: [System restored, all threats eliminated.]

The room was silent.

The programmers stared at Gabriel as if he were an alien, and Paxton's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"It's impossible." The programmer with the black-rimmed glasses stammered, "He used the signature algorithm of 'The Ghost's', but it's more subtle than the publicly recorded version ..."

Gabriel slid off his chair, clapping his hands together, looking as relaxed as if he had just finished a doodle. "That 'Blackwind' was really bad, hiding so many bugs in the system. But I cleaned them all up!"

Henry knelt on one knee, holding Gabriel's shoulders, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Gabriel, where did you learn all this?"

Gabriel tilted his head, thinking. "Mom's study has lots of computer books. I peeked at them."

He pointed to his head. "And it feels like this stuff was already in my brain."

Zoey walked over and hugged Gabriel, avoiding Henry's questioning gaze. "The press conference is about to start."

Paxton snapped out of his daze, glancing at his watch. Only two minutes remained until the scheduled start time.

He hurriedly directed his team to make final preparations, but his eyes kept darting to Gabriel, as if he were some kind of wonder.

The Windsor Game Company's press conference wrapped up smoothly, the lights dimming as satisfied reporters left with their stories.

Henry held Zoey's hand as they exited the building, the night breeze cooling their flushed cheeks.

Gabriel and Travis were already nodding off, cradled in the nanny's arms, their little heads bobbing.

"I'll drive," Zoey said, taking the car keys from Henry. A subtle spark passed between their fingers. "You've had a long day."

Henry didn't argue, just squeezed her fingers in thanks.

Three hours of intense hosting and socializing had drained him completely.

Not to mention the nerve-wracking hacker showdown. His gaze fell on the sleeping Gabriel in the nanny's arms.

That small body held the incredible talent to defeat top international hackers.

The black Maybach glided silently into the night.

Zoey glanced at the backseat through the rearview mirror. Henry had Gabriel and Travis resting on his lap, gently patting their backs, his expression softer than the formidable Mr. Windsor known in the business world.

"About Gabriel," Zoey broke the silence, her voice low to avoid waking the children. "There are things I should have told you earlier."

Henry looked up, meeting her eyes in the mirror. "He's 'The Ghost'?"

Zoey's fingers tightened on the steering wheel. "You figured it out?"

"I guessed." Henry looked down at Gabriel's peaceful face. "Paxton said the algorithm that cracked Blackwind's attack was 'The Ghost's' signature."

His thumb brushed Gabriel's soft hair. "I just didn't expect him to be under four years old."

Outside, neon lights flowed past the car windows, casting shifting colors on Zoey's face.

She was silent for a moment, choosing her words.

"Last year, I took him to my studio. He had a strange reaction to the servers."

Her voice was tinged with the haze of memory. "At first, Gabriel could just point out minor system issues. Then he started writing simple programs. Just six months ago, he hacked into a foreign test system."

Henry's eyebrows shot up. "Foreign?"

"Only the outer firewall, and he didn't do any damage."

Zoey quickly explained. "But it was enough to get the security department's attention. Luckily, I knew someone there who helped cover it up."

The Maybach crossed a bridge, the river reflecting the city lights like a second sky.

Henry processed this information, realizing how little he knew about the woman who would soon be his wife.

"Did you teach Gabriel?" He couldn't help but ask.

Zoey shook her head. "I know basic programming, but not at that level. Gabriel seems to understand code innately."

Her voice dropped. "Sometimes I think he sees the world differently, like he can see the logic behind the numbers."

Henry's heart raced.

Four years ago, when Zoey had stumbled into his hotel room after being drugged, her eyes had flashed with that same uncanny light, as if she could see through everything.

He had thought it was just the drugs, but now it seemed otherwise.

"Today, Gabriel saved my company," Henry finally said, pride filling his voice. "Without him, our three years of work would have been destroyed."