The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1417: Maxcel Deliberately Provokes Nathalie

On stage, Nathalie Quinlan skillfully inserted the hard drive into the computer and then booted it up to run the program.

Suddenly, her computer screen went black, and both the mouse and keyboard lost control simultaneously.

Then, a dynamic icon of a thumbs-down appeared on her computer screen, followed by a string of mocking English words: bronze medalist.

Third place.

Each contestant’s computer had a dedicated lens focused on it, so the scene of Nathalie’s computer being hacked and taunted with a finger gesture and the English sarcasm of being the last place today was naturally broadcast live.

The audience in the stands all saw it.

There was a moment of silence in the entire competition venue, followed by an uproar in the stands as the audience started clamoring.

"What does he mean? Is he mocking our domestic representative?"

Backstage, Sadam Vinson, Brian Bonette, and Govert Griffin also saw this scene.

The veins on Sadam Vinson’s forehead instantly bulged, and in a fit of rage, he threw the water bottle in his hand to the ground, shouting: "Fuck, who did this?"

Govert Griffin quickly grabbed him, trying to prevent him from causing a scene.

"Mr. Vinson, let it go. Ms. Quinlan is in the middle of a competition, and the rules don’t prohibit hacking the opponent’s computer. The opponent’s actions comply with the competition rules."

"He publicly humiliates someone like this, and it complies with the competition rules?" Sadam Vinson’s fair face flushed red, his eyes reddened with anger: "Who made these damn competition rules, and why does it have to be so humiliating?"

Seeing this from the audience fired him up, he couldn’t imagine what Nathalie Quinlan must be feeling on stage at this moment!

"Damn it, I’m going to find the organizer." Sadam Vinson said coldly, shaking off Govert Griffin’s hand as he attempted to leave.

"Stop." Brian Bonette called out to him, equally cold, "Going now will only cause trouble for Nathalie, and others will just think she can’t handle losing or playing."

Sadam Vinson halted abruptly, turning around with a stormy expression about to explode: "Then what do you suggest? Just sit here watching? Watching others bully Nathalie? You’re fine with it, but I can’t sit still!"

"Even if you can’t sit still, you must!"

Brian Bonette pressed his temples, his sharp, clear eyes behind the lenses rarely displaying anger as he said, "Govert is right, the opponent’s actions comply with the competition rules. If you go to the organizer to cause a scene now, the organizer won’t pay attention to you. Even if they do, your actions will only embarrass Nathalie more... The only solution now is to win!"

Sadam Vinson: "... Are you speaking in riddles?"

He breathed heavily, fast and urgent: "Nathalie’s hand is injured, and we don’t know if the hard drive is the original one, you want her to win, how?"

Brian Bonette also fell silent.

The camera on the competition floor gave Maxcel a close-up, his mouth curling into a smug smile. It was almost certain that it was Maxcel who hacked Nathalie’s computer earlier. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Maxcel, from the US, a top-level hacker said to be comparable to Sun.

For someone like him, it would be very difficult for Nathalie to win this competition.

Sadam Vinson, seeing him silent, turned his head again and looked towards the stage, gradually calming down but feeling a little despair, he grabbed his hair: "It would be great if Sun were here."

This was the best scenario he could think of.

Brian Bonette’s eyes also darkened, his hands in his pockets, appearing dignified and graceful yet with a heavy air.

Yes, it would be great if Nathalie were Sun.

*

On the competition stage, Nathalie Quinlan looked at the red provocative words appearing on her computer screen.

She calmly cleared away the opponent’s Trojan, seemingly unaffected, proceeding with her tasks as if nothing happened.