She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 369: Self-Taught

Chapter 369: Self-Taught

A deep, suppressed male voice sounded, seemingly of an older age. "Is this what Mr. Zamora has been investigating recently?"

A woman's voice responded, "Yes... I stole it from Mr. Zamora's lab desk."

The man sounded surprised and remained quiet for less than two minutes. Then, Abbie heard him ask the woman to leave while bursting into laughter himself.

"I'd love to see what project Eddie has been investigating, it's so secretive."

"Datura stramonium? Isn't that Misty Forest?"

Through the wall, Abbie could clearly hear the words "Misty Forest." A glimpse of murderous intent flickered in her eyes.

Just then, a nurse's hurried and chaotic footsteps disrupted her senses. Abbie couldn't hear what the man said afterward.

Before leaving, Abbie intentionally glanced at the room number next door.

On the other side, Cheyenne returned to the villa with the Bible in her hands. As she opened the book, a black business card fell out.

Black background, golden letters, and an image of an eagle soaring with a snake in its grip - the very pattern they had been tirelessly seeking.

"Miss Lawrence, quickly, see what's written on it," urged Tanner anxiously.

Since it was in a foreign language and didn't resemble English at all, he couldn't understand it.

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"It's written in Greek, of course you can't understand it. I vaguely remember seeing this word somewhere. Wait for me a couple of minutes," Cheyenne said as she turned and went back to the upstairs room, retrieving her notebook.

With her slender and beautiful hands, she swiftly typed on the keyboard. The computer screen quickly turned blue, followed by a series of incomprehensible codes appearing on it.

Both Tanner and Iker were filled with astonishment. Tanner, in particular, gazed at the young girl in front of him with admiration, feeling that she was much younger than himself. "Miss Lawrence, is there anything in this world that you don't know?"

It would be impressive for an ordinary person to excel in one field, but Cheyenne seemed to excel in numerous fields!

Calligraphy, painting, music, dance, medical arts... foreign languages. Now, she even knew computer programming languages!

Could she leave some room for ordinary people?

Cheyenne paid him no mind, her eyes fixed on the computer screen. She responded in a calm and casual tone:

"Well, it's not that extraordinary. When I was in fifth grade, the school arranged computer classes. I happened to be bored and saw C language on the teacher's desktop."

"I casually looked through it, found it too easy, and decided to self-study Java and VisualBasic. NET 7. 0."

Tanner studied at a military academy, specializing in communication. He had also come into contact with computer programming languages during his classes.

C language was usually a regular topic in the computer secondary level exams and was already considered quite challenging for most candidates.

Java was even several levels above C language, being a platform editor where one could independently establish a new storage library within the program's code. Being regarded as the most difficult in the computer field was Visual Basic. NET. Even experts with twenty years of programming experience might not claim to be proficient in VB. Feeling the "flaunting" from Miss Lawrence, Iker and Tanner fell silent.

Thud!

She finally pressed Fn plus F11, and the computer desktop went full screen with increased brightness, revealing an image.

Bathed in a deep blue light, the bar had a stylish and eerie black decor. The glowing words "TWILIGHT CAME" adorned the background wall.

At the bottom of the webpage, there were several comments and messages, some of which carried warnings:

"Do not make deals with the devil lightly!"

"I went to TWILIGHT on the thirteenth, and I happened to witness their judgment. It was so thrilling!"

"Trust me, do not go to TWILIGHT!!!"

Among them, a user named William left a comment: "My girlfriend had an argument and then disappeared here. I want to replace my girlfriend." The replies below were filled with malice:

"Maybe in the sewers, @William"

"Just replace a new girlfriend, no need to wait for her. She's not coming back."

"Maybe at the restaurant, the trash can, or even in the fridge, @William"

These few words were filled with ill intentions. Cheyenne frowned, thinking these people must be sick to make jokes about someone's missing girlfriend.

However, going back to the bar itself, it seemed to have a certain resemblance to Soar Casino.

Cheyenne scrolled down the webpage, and at the very bottom, there was a blue hyperlink.

She clicked on it, and a window popped up with an electronic invitation letter:

"Welcome to TWILIGHT CAME. Life is just beginning as the night falls."

Only those who possessed this invitation letter could enter TWILIGHT.

Cheyenne filled out the information on the invitation letter. In the name field, she wrote "Lola Harper."

She quickly went upstairs to the study to grab an old-fashioned pager and a tin box.

That's right, it was a pager.

She opened the tin box, revealing various documents, bank cards, phone cards...

Tanner looked at all this in astonishment. He thought Miss Lawrence was just fooling around, but she seemed well-prepared. It didn't look like something you could prepare in just a day or two. Iker, on the other hand, looked at Cheyenne's profile thoughtfully. "Lola Harper," those two words were either randomly chosen by her, or... she really was the legendary pop diva, Lola Harper.

But thinking about it, it seemed unlikely. Four years ago, Lola Harper debuted in Metshire when Cheyenne was only seventeen, just starting her sophomore year of high school. How could she be the smoking hot and irresistibly sexy goddess Lola Harper?

After filling out the information, she also had to pay a $5, 000 entrance fee.

Looking at all the entertainment venues in Akloit, even the classiest the Vintage Club wouldn't charge such a high fee before customers even entered.

And once the fee was paid, there would be no refund whether you went or not.

Just seconds after submitting the application, her phone that she placed on the desk rang, receiving a text message from TWILIGHT bar:

"Dear Miss Lola Harper, the twilight haze lingers, and the night grows dimmer. TWILIGHT CAME bar welcomes your arrival. Today is the thirteenth. A friendly reminder, bring your mask and invitation letter. Meet at the underground floor of the Waiting Café at 7 PM. Be there or be square."