His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 911: More Than A Match_1

Chapter 911: Chapter 911: More Than A Match_1

Chapter 911

"How good are both of your computer technology skills?" The team leader posed his question straightforwardly.

Computer technology was not listed as the strong point in their respective profiles.

Sherry Sullivan answered, "Of course, we’re definitely not lacking."

Simon Griffin retorted with an intimidating expression, "Although I don’t rank on the Secret Network leaderboard, I am confident of my ability in IT. Overseeing this task will be more than manageable."

At this point, Chloe Collins raised her hand and said, "Wanda Wesley and I wish to be part of this group for the task."

Wanda Wesley also quietly raised her hand, speaking very little.

The team leader said, "This ..."

Simon Griffin hardened his look, "What are these two kids meddling in? Both of you should stay at the hotel. We will call you if needed."

Sherry Sullivan said, "Right, can you handle computer tasks? Listen guys, just wait for news at the hotel."

Nathaniel Nolan laughed and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, don’t underestimate them because of their tender age. Have you not heard of the saying ’Inexperience can be deadly’? In my opinion, everyone in our group is very proficient."

Upon hearing this, Sophia Spence was quite unhappy. She was already thrilled to be in the same group as Alexander Foster. If Chloe Collins joined the team too, wouldn’t that be a letdown?

Furthermore, how capable could Chloe Collins be?

Herskills were limited to writing and blending fragrances, which would have no use here.

With these thoughts, she spoke out: "Although that is the case, I still support Ms. Sullivan and Professor Simon joining our team. They have more experience and can provide guidance."

The others nodded in agreement.

Sherry Sullivan laughed and went with the flow, "We should follow the majority consensus. Since that’s the case, let’s make this decision."

The team leader fell into contemplation, uncertain.

He had his considerations and couldn’t make an immediate decision.

Just then, a deep male voice slowly sounded, exuding an inborn elegance, "Just give it a competition for superiority."

Alexander Foster idly played with his phone, his dark eyes scanning the crowd. He said indifferently, "The target is the large advertisement display on the building across the street. We’ll have a speed contest."

Hearing this, Hawk Spirit scoffed: "This level task, I can complete it in three minutes."

Sophia Spence gave him a sharp look, "At most two minutes for me. If amateurs can complete it within ten minutes, it would already be quite impressive."

Hawk Spirit raised his brows, "Right, if it can be settled within ten minutes, that means they wouldn’t be dragging us down. If it takes more than ten minutes, then don’t bother. The rest of us can handle it all."

Mr. Higgins spoke out, "That won’t do. We need to form a team of six. Apart from controlling the telecommunications, you have other minor tasks."

After that, he smiled at Alexander Foster, "Let’s follow Fox’s suggestion. The four of you will have a competition. If one wins, they can bring along their partner to form a team with the first group. Get your computers out."

Someone went to draw open all the curtains and open the windows, making the content on the largest advertising screen of the opposite building clear to see.

At this moment, what was being displayed was a cell phone promotional advertisement sponsored by the male star, Damien Hart.

They just needed to hack into the opponent’s computer, control it remotely, and they could freely change the content of the ad here.

Sherry Sullivan was confident, a proud flash in her eyes, rubbing her hands together, gearing up for the match.

She took out a pet photo from her own images, "In a moment, you will see my little Bichon appear on the advertisement."