The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 460

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Chapter 460 Sudden Reversal

Her hands froze above the keys. She had already ceased all input, so who on earth had taken control and shielded them? That last onslaught was nothing the department’s regular staff. could have handled.

The sudden rattle of keys snapped Jacqueline out of her panic–stricken haze. For a heartbeat, she simply stared, pulse thudding in her ears. Someone right beside her was typing–fast.

Don’t tell me it’s…

She swung around to see Quinn’s fingers fly with the precision of a concert pianist, command lines racing across the monitor in crisp white rows. Each string of code rose like a barricade, meeting the hackers‘ incoming fire and holding the line.

It was Quinn. Quinn was the one shouldering the entire cyber–onslaught. The thought was absurd–impossible.

No. It’s a fluke. It has to be a fluke.

“Quinn, stop messing around right now!” Jacqueline shouted, voice pitching higher than she intended. “You promised you wouldn’t get involved—remember?”

“I did promise, and I meant it,” Quinn said without lifting her eyes from the screen. “But that promise hinged on you holding the perimeter. You can’t, so I will.” Another volley of keystrokes fired like automatic gunfire, every stroke deliberate, lethal.

“You? Hold them off? Don’t kid yourself-” Jacqueline began, but the words strangled in her throat when the monitor flashed green in confirmation. The attack had been neutralized.

Blocked. Again. For the second time, Quinn repelled the world–class hackers as though swatting a moth from candlelight.

Once might be luck. Twice–how could that still be luck?

“It must be a coincidence–nothing but a coincidence,” Jacqueline muttered, yet the protest sounded brittle even to her own ears. She was the prodigy here, the acclaimed genius. How could Quinn accomplish what she could not?

Then came a third interception. A fourth. A fifth. By the fifth success, Jacqueline could no longer bring herself to mouth the word coincidence.

Each flawless defense landed like a slap across Jacqueline’s pride.

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Chapi 400 Duuut Reversal

What she had failed to achieve after exhausting every tactic, Quinn executed with disarming

ease.

“Impossible!” Jacqueline rasped, eyes wide, knuckles bleaching around the edge of the desk.

Everyone said Quinn was nothing more than an undistinguished secretary back in Azania–a divorcée who’d left her husband’s company to work for a friend.

How could a so–called secretary repel an assault orchestrated by the globe’s elite hackers?

“Why not?” Rowan cut in, voice steady as granite.

He still lacked his full memory, yet that hadn’t stopped him from digging into his family’s job.

“Quinn is a computer specialist. Back in the service, she upgraded the entire security grid for the Azanian Army Headquarters. Compared with that, fending off a strike on Fane Group’s firewall is child’s play.”

A ripple of astonishment spread through the study and across the faces projected in the video conference. Executives froze mid–sentence, eyes widening at the revelation.

Jacqueline’s cheeks burned scarlet.

For years, she had styled herself the resident prodigy, certain no one in the Fane family could rival her mastery of code.

Give her enough time, she believed, and she would become the clan’s crowning glory.

Yet Quinn had marched in unannounced and crushed her on the very battlefield she had claimed as her own.

The barrage she could not blunt kept roaring toward the company servers, but Quinn stopped every strike–once, twice, then a third time–her hands moving so fast the glow of the monitors seemed to chase her fingertips.

With each intercepted blow, it felt as though Quinn ground her rival’s pride beneath an unforgiving boot, pressing it into the dirt for everyone in the room to witness.

Calm yet forceful, Quinn kept issuing orders, her voice a staccato metronome guiding the rest of the Information Security Department as they synchronized their consoles to her rhythm.

They were no longer merely blocking the intruder; Quinn was already tracing the hostile code. back through the shadows of the net, launching darts of counter–code that made the attacker flinch.

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Defense turned to offense, the digital shield sharpening into a spear.

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