The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 710: Delivering a Face Slap_1

Phoebe Hoffman, however, was practically interrogating her.

Such behavior would be considered disrespectful in any setting.

Even the usually Zen-like Brian Bonette’s face darkened slightly, as his gaze swept towards her, full of warning.

Phoebe Hoffman acted as if she hadn’t seen it, her eyes intently fixed on the girl’s delicate profile under the brim of her cap, pressing on aggressively, "I’m not rushing you, but Ms. Quinlan did say in front of several of us that she could solve the autonomous driving programming challenge in a day. Quite some time has passed since then, and you were so confident when you said it, I was just casually asking."

Solve the autonomous driving programming challenge in one day?!

People from The Ninth Institute exchanged glances, each seeing shock in the other’s eyes.

Wallace Radcliff and Phoebe Hoffman had just argued in front of them, mentioning something about programming, but not specifying what kind.

Now that Phoebe Hoffman had uttered the words ’autonomous driving’, everyone was stunned.

Autonomous driving technology is one of the hottest topics at the moment.

Every country wants to be the first to master this technology.

But the technical difficulty is huge!

The Ninth Institute has been following up on the research, but progress has been mediocre. They had heard that there was an error in the source code, and Phoebe Hoffman’s Group 2 had spent three months without resolving it. Ms. Quinlan claimed she could solve it in one day?

No one spoke, but they all accepted what Phoebe Hoffman had previously said about Nathalie Quinlan being too arrogant.

This wasn’t just arrogance, it was over the top!

A high school student, solving the source code challenge for autonomous driving in one day?

This...

Phoebe Hoffman also saw the way others from The Ninth Institute glanced at Nathalie Quinlan for a moment, and she smiled, arrogantly lifting her chin and disdainfully continuing, "Ms. Quinlan, about that source code, have you finished it?"

She seemed pleasant enough, as if simply asking, but whether it was idle inquiry or deliberate provocation, anyone with eyes could see it.

Alfred Garland was somewhat angered and warned sternly, "Phoebe Hoffman, don’t go too far!"

"Hah, what do you mean by too far? It was Ms. Quinlan herself who said she could solve the programming problem within a day. I’m just asking about it. What, I can’t even ask?" She chuckled, her eyes brimming with scorn, "If I can’t ask, then Ms. Quinlan shouldn’t have said it in the first place. She said it, and of course, people will ask..."

Between the lines, it was just short of openly saying that Nathalie Quinlan was embarrassing herself.

Alfred Garland struggled to hide his anger and was close to losing his temper.

The others looked embarrassed.

No one expected Phoebe Hoffman to put Nathalie Quinlan in her place so directly.

It was... a bit too much.

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t turn up the volume on her phone during the call.

The voice on the other end could hear the hustle and bustle of conversation, but couldn’t make out what was being said.

Amadeus Yancey’s voice was low and husky as he asked, "What’s the matter, why aren’t you speaking?"

"Hmm? Speak about what?" Nathalie Quinlan acted as if she hadn’t seen Phoebe Hoffman’s aggressive provocation, pressing one hand to her earpiece and lowering her eyelids.

"Have you met up with Wallace Radcliff and the others?" The man’s tone was smooth and flirtatious.

Only then did Nathalie Quinlan slowly lift her gaze, clashing with Phoebe Hoffman’s as she looked her way. She casually retracted the mischief from her eyes, "Yes."

She didn’t mention that The Ninth Institute’s people didn’t seem too welcoming. Half-squinting, as if sleep-deprived, her expression was both cold and restless, "I won’t talk to you, hanging up now."

After speaking, she ended the call.

Phoebe Hoffman’s face color had already turned rather ugly upon realizing she was still on the phone. Her expression darkened as she started again on the old subject, "Ms. Quinlan, have you managed to do the programming? It’s fine if you haven’t, you can just tell the truth, there’s no need to hide."