My Fabulous Wife

Chapter 83

Chapter 083 Finding out the perpetrator

Solomon, who had been waiting at the entrance of the backstage, hurried to hold pale Lorraine as soon as she stepped down.

"No worries, Lorraine, it’s all over now.That matter you told them today would never spread out.School has been making the confidentiality agreement.And if you don't’ want to stay here, we can transfer to new school."

Grasping Solomon's suit with her trembling hands, Lorraine rested her face upon his chest, where she felt so secured and hearty despite the grainy texture of the suit.

She replied softly, "It’s OK for me.I can manage it as long as I dare to speak it out.Don't worry for me."

Solomon patted her back and let go of her.

Lorraine them ambled up to Annette and hold her hands with a smiling face and wet eyes.

"Look, Annette, I’m all right, I’ve totally recovered."

Lorraine had completely lost her mind that she even couldn't recognize her parents when dropping out of school that year.

Her parents, who were willing to look after her at first, then factually abandon her and had a new child, taking her as a disgraceful burden.It was Annette who helped her all the way into the nursing house.

Lorraine didn’t resume her sense and recognize Annette until she was twelve.

After that, Annette even paid for her operation and hired teachers for her education and daily care.

Annette looked at Lorraine with her stony eyes which almost bore the resolution to destroy the whole world, and put on a faint smile after a long time.

"Nice to know you are all right."

Seeing Annette didn’t fly into a rage, Lorraine breathed a sigh of relief and beamed with laughter and ensuing tears.

Annette passed her the tissue from the pocket and said in a slow and light manner, "Lorriane, I gather there's something weird here."

Her voice exhibited a hint of unholy coldness.

Lorraine certainly had perceived that.

It was the very "something weird" that had manipulated the slides for the rally meeting. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Annette looked sideways at the headmaster with her hardened eyes.

"Sir, we won't ask for anything that is not legit.Just handle this matter by the rules."

Meeting her grim eyes, the headmaster couldn't help shuddering.He then nodded yes shakily after getting Veromca’s agreement through eye contact.

The assistant superintendent soon came with his staff, all holing a stack of files.

Those were confidentiality agreements which would expel the children out of the school if parents refused to sign on them.

As the tempest about the teacher-parent conference was over, parents were advised by school staff to return.

But they all kept silent out of the worries about their kids’ study environment.

This group of people didn't return to the headmaster's room.

Instead, they swarmed into the conference room in the multipurpose building.

Noticing the unplugged plug, Annette picked it up and got the computer plugged in.

She then pulled out he chair and sat with legs crossed.

Staring at the computer screen, She had her pretty bloodshot eyes displaying a shadow of unholy redness.

The rest of the people all stood behind her.

As soon as the main interface appeared, Annette started typing with an amazingly fast speed and obtained the information about the virus within ten seconds.

Looking at this girl, Waynett slightly narrowed his deep and black eyes.

And the headmaster was totally petrified by this mogul in front of him.

So she had failed every item in the question sheet on purpose? Who was she on earth?! Solomon felt amazed too.

He only knew Annette was a genius who was also with excellent medical skill, but it was beyond his imagination that she should have been such a computer specialist.

Having located the virus, Annette rose with her phone and called Vianne.

She went aside to talk, with a chilling aura all over her body and eyes exhibiting icy-cold aggression.

This was the first time Veromca witnessed such a combative Annette, which was indeed frightening.

The rest of the people retreated to the conference table in unanimous silence.

Only Waynett cast his impalpable glance over Annette, with some profound meaning in his eyes, which then gradually morphed into a creeping interest.

Annette said to the other end when she was put through, "Check out the author of the virus I’ve sent you."

Due to the time difference, it was midnight at Vianne’s end.She was a little fretful.

"Can't you check it yourself?"

"I can't do it now."

Annette’s reply was dry enough.

Vianne now felt more awake.

"OK, one second."

Annette then joined the group at the table after finishing the phone call.

Three minutes later, Vianne’s message came.

"It was written by a minor hacker being commissioned by a girl.The hacker, who was afraid of anything unexpected afterwards, had secretly taken the girl's picture.Sending it to you right now."