Chapter 238 Identity Exposed Again
"Do you think someone willing to take on a billion-dollar assignment would be content working for someone else?" Philippe countered.
His secretary, now more alert, thought, "That's a valid point. The main reason he takes online assignments is for the freedom to work on his own schedule, without the constraints of a nine-to-five job."
"Besides, if he can crack the original system and create a completely new model in less than half a day, why would he want to collaborate with other team members in the lab every day? What would they contribute to him? Would they just be in his way?"
The secretary found the argument persuasive, but it was a shame to let go of such a significant figure. This individual's capabilities far surpassed their research team's. If they could recruit him, it would greatly benefit their company's future development.
"Perhaps we can offer him a profit-sharing arrangement? He can come in whenever he wants and prioritize his own working hours. As long as he helps us create even more remarkable systems or invests in other research."
"Instead of that, why don't we give him another billion dollars to establish an entirely new system? This new system is crucial for us, and it would be best if our own people could develop it."
No matter how exceptional the other party was, if they were to become disloyal in the future, the ones at a loss would be Philippe and his company.
"Understood," the secretary said regretfully, reluctantly giving up the unrealistic idea.
After ending the call, Philippe continued working at his computer. It took him half an hour before he finally got up and headed toward the bedroom.
"Abella, are you asleep?"
He knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.
He wondered if the girl had covered herself with the blanket. It was summer, and catching a cold from the cold air conditioning would not be good.
With these thoughts in mind, he turned the doorknob and entered the bedroom. It was peaceful inside, with only a gentle breeze rustling the curtains. The girl slept on the bed, looking as beautiful as a painting.
Suddenly, Philippe wished that time would stand still because this scene made him feel that life could be so peaceful.
The snow-white bed made Abella appear as if she were lying in a snowy landscape. Her fair skin and small frame complemented the large bed, making her look delicate and adorable.
Philippe approached her quietly, pulled up the blanket, and noticed that her cellphone had fallen onto the floor.
Who would have thought that she would still be playing with her phone before falling asleep?
As Philippe picked it up, he realized that the page had not been closed, indicating that Abella must have fallen asleep while browsing.
The screen displayed the user profile, with only two words as the username: Master Medici.
Is the little girl Master Medici?
Looking at the taskbar, it shows that the billion-dollar task was completed one hour ago. Looking at the specific completion time, the whole process only took her 32 minutes. And she did it after the date, in her spare time!
The secretary initially thought that she took half a day, and was amazed. After all, their team had been trying to crack it for months...
But who would have thought, the little girl didn't take half a day but 32 minutes!
In just 32 minutes, she solved a problem that their entire team had been unable to solve in several months!
If the secretary knew, they would probably be shocked and start questioning life...
Phillipe's gaze fell upon the little girl's fair and beautiful face. Another new identity. Did the secretary suggest bringing this hacking prodigy over to work for them?
Phillipe raised his lips, just how many identities of the little girl does he not know about!
One more impressive than the other, one more stunning than the next.
Gently covering her with a blanket, Phillipe leaned over and planted a kiss on her soft lips.
"Sleep well."
Phillipe kept staring at her, as if he couldn't get enough, then after a while, he locked his phone screen and placed it on the bedside table, quietly walking away.
Not knowing how long she slept, Abella woke up and found that the clock was pointing at 4:30 in the afternoon. How was she able to sleep so deeply and comfortably here with Phillipe?
The white curtains in the bedroom swayed gently with the wind, like a beautiful scene from a movie. She opened her phone and suddenly discovered someone wanting to place an order with her again. One billion dollars, a simple task, just be kind to the people around her.
What does this mean? Did the person place the wrong order? If she's kind to those around her, they give her a billion dollars? Are they crazy??
But the money had already been deposited into her account, and the task had automatically started.
She could only open the chat box and send a question mark.
After sending it, she got up and started getting ready, then went downstairs.
Phillipe stood by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his back tall and straight.
He held a glass of red wine in one hand, gazing at the scenery outside, lost in thought.
"Aren't you taking a nap?" Abella thought he would take a nap after finishing his work, but he stood here, so did he encounter a difficult problem?
"Awake?" Phillipe turned around, placing the wine glass on the butler's tray and walked a few steps towards Abella.
He touched her face and gave her a kiss. "Did you stay up late again last night?"
"No."
"I had some afternoon tea prepared, let's go to the garden and have some." Phillipe held her hand, his tone very gentle.
When the butler placed the things on the table in the garden, he couldn't help but glance at Abella. She looked even more beautiful up close, perhaps because she had just woken up. Her eyes were clear like water, sparkling like stars in the sky.
Mr. Philippe is truly fortunate to have such a significant other.
"You slept so soundly earlier," Phillipe said warmly. Is it because she likes his bed or his scent?
Abella suddenly reacted.
"Come here, did you come in just now? So, my phone..."
Did he see it?
Phillipe lifted his lip, realizing that she was sharp and reacted in less than two seconds.
"When I gave you the blanket, your phone fell to the ground, and you forgot to lock the screen."
"So you saw everything? You're Mr. M? The one who placed the order?"
"Mr. M is the secretary's account, but indeed, it was me who had him place the order."
At first, the order was placed to find the top hacker, Master Medici, to breach the system. Later, he found out about the girl's identity and added one billion dollars.
No wonder. Only he would do such a thing, splurging one billion dollars, hoping she would treat him better?
"Am I not good to you usually?" Abella raised an eyebrow and asked.
"I have been good." Phillipe picked up a pastry and fed her, "But if I can be even better..."
"For example?" How good is "better"?
"For example... you can also feed me one."
Dream on!
"Your skills are worth more than one billion dollars." Phillipe continued to feed her, his lips curling into a smile, "If I had known that you were the number one on the leaderboard, I would add another zero."
One hundred billion dollars?
"After all, the money I earn is all for my wife, whether it's given early or late, it's the same."
Abella didn't expect that the person who wanted to hack the system was him. After thinking for a moment, she came up with an idea.
Wasn't he ordering one billion dollars to make her treat him better?
Tonight, she would create a brand new system for him and not receive this one billion dollars for nothing.
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