The next morning, when Daisy Zane woke up, Robinson Scott had already left, but he left her breakfast.
Daisy Zane, wearing a red silk robe, washed and rinsed, and used a disposable chopstick to tie up her hair before sitting down to eat breakfast at the dining table.
She was eating and checking messages on her cell phone at the same time.
Holt Lawrence: [The number of people issuing challenges recently is growing rapidly.]
After saying that, Holt Lawrence also sent a file.
Daisy Zane opened it casually and saw all kinds of names in various languages. She scrolled down a few times and found no end to the list, so she closed it.
She replied to Holt Lawrence: [Oh.]
Holt Lawrence responded quickly: [Please do us a favor, come out of retirement. Ease the workload of Celestial Pivot Detective Agency and let me keep my hair for a few more years.]
Daisy Zane: [Issue an announcement, tell them. Celestial Pivot Detective Agency's security system can't be hacked. They are not qualified to challenge me.]
After sending that message, there was no sound from Holt Lawrence's side.
Daisy Zane finished her breakfast, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and returned to her bedroom to change her clothes.
She took off the sleeping robe and wore a silk camisole dress underneath.
The thin straps on her shoulders made her beautiful collarbones and fair right-angle shoulders completely exposed.
Around her neck was a red rope that didn't go into her clothes, creating a strong contrast with her cold white skin.
What was even more striking was the red tattoo on the back of her left shoulder. It was as big as a palm, and the shape of a crown.
There were unique totems on it, solemn and noble.
On her right shoulder, from the shoulder to her collarbone were three long scars that looked like the marks of a large animal's scratch, which had healed long ago, and the scars were extremely enchanting.
In Daisy Zane's wardrobe, besides a few casual wear, almost all were skirts of various styles and colors, too many to wear out.
She casually picked one, put on a mask, and went out.
As she was approaching the entrance to the residential estate, Holt Lawrence called her.
Daisy Zane answered, saying: "Aren't you also quite idle, you still have time to call me."
"..." Holt Lawrence said annoyedly, "If I didn't even have time to make a phone call, do you want to kill me with exhaustion, and then inherit Celestial Pivot?"
"I don't need to inherit. It was originally mine," said Daisy Zane nonchalantly. "You lost to me."
Before Daisy Zane appeared, Holt Lawrence was a world top hacker. The nickname LUO at that time was enough to scare other hackers.
He founded Celestial Pivot Detective Agency in his twenties, almost mastering the intelligence information of the whole world.
As long as Celestial Pivot took the order, they could reverse-search any information the client wanted.
Everyone respectfully called him Boss Lawrence.
But six years ago, Holt Lawrence met Daisy Zane, who challenged him at his doorstep, codenamed Nathan Ninevara.
She didn't issue a challenge, but directly hacked into Celestial Pivot, invaded his computer, and made it clear that her purpose was to crush him with an overwhelming attack.
From then on, Nathan Ninevara became famous overnight.
"I..." Holt Lawrence had no way to refute this fact, so he swallowed the anger that came up and said, "Be serious, aren't you afraid that someone will break through Celestial Pivot's security system?"
Although it was frequently attacked, Celestial Pivot's status was still there, and most people were still very wary of it.
But if they published it now, it would be like inviting attacks. By then, the effect would be like poking a thousand wasp nests.
Daisy Zane left the residential estate, walking on the road, shielding her eyes from the sun and said slowly: "If you can break it too, I'll come out of retirement immediately."
Holt Lawrence gasped.
Daisy Zane was not arrogant, but confident enough.
It's been five years since Nathan Ninevara finished the security system for Celestial Pivot and then disappeared completely.
During these five years, the security defense system has not been upgraded, and even Holt Lawrence couldn't breach it.
Nathan Ninevara doesn't need to appear; his position remains unattainable by others.
"I'm fine, hanging up now." Daisy Zane said.
"We finally have a phone call, let's chat a bit more."
"I don't want to chat with a single man who's already forty." Daisy Zane moved her phone away as soon as she finished the sentence.
As expected, a roar came from the phone: "I'm only thirty-eight this year! I'll be thirty-nine in just two months! Who's forty?!"
After roaring, Holt Lawrence hung up the phone forcefully to show his anger.
Daisy Zane looked at the disconnected phone, raised her left eyebrow, and put the phone back into her skirt pocket.
...
Daisy Zane went to Truro University's laboratory again and stayed there for a whole day without eating lunch.
When she left, it was past 9 PM.
There were many students, couples, friends, and confidants in the campus... Occasionally, there would be laughter.
They all belong to their unique happiness and joy.
Daisy Zane wore a mask, covering half of her face. Walking in the campus, it seemed like she was blocking everything around her, being calm, cold, and indifferent.
As she was about to reach the entrance, someone suddenly called out to her.
The somewhat familiar voice was filled with doubt and exploration.
Daisy Zane turned around and looked at the person behind her.
It was the woman beside Amelia Miles that day at the Doomsday Hotel.
"Is it really you?" Clarissa Mason walked over in her high heels and stood in front of Daisy Zane, "What are you doing here?"
Perceiving malicious intent, Daisy Zane didn't want to waste time with her. She glanced at her and was about to leave.
But when Clarissa saw her leaving, she quickly stepped forward and reached out to stop her: "What are you doing? Can't you hear me talking to you?"
Daisy Zane stopped and looked at her.
Clarissa Mason crossed her arms and looked Daisy Zane up and down. After a while, she scoffed, "What? Dressed like this to pretend to be a college student in the university? What a pity, you are uneducated and can never fit in. Do you think the wealthy kids outside are fools? Would they believe you?"
"What's your name?" Daisy Zane asked.
"You don't recognize me?!" Clarissa Mason suddenly stood up straight and raised her voice.
Daisy Zane's tone remained the same: "Should I know you?"
"You, you..." Clarissa Mason had been in quite a few shows and was quite well-known. Arrogant as she was, she suddenly stuttered when someone didn't recognize her, "So ignorant!"
"Are you studying here?"
At this point, Clarissa Mason raised her chin boastfully, "Yes. A genuine Truro University student in the Department of Performing Arts. Something someone like you who never went to school can't compare to."
Daisy Zane lifted her mask a little, and gently said, "As a girl, it's better to keep your thoughts clean."
"What do you mean?!"
"Read more books."
Clarissa Mason suddenly laughed: "You're telling me to read more books? Can you even recognize all the words? Who do you think you are? Daisy Zane, you're just a bastard daughter of the Miles family. Do you think you're a young lady of the Miles family? Give up on that idea, the Miles family will never acknowledge you, and you and your mother are stains on the Miles family."
Daisy Zane, who had been listening to her nonsense casually, suddenly had cold eyes, her beautiful phoenix eyes exuding a chilly aura.